I have some tragic news. Like so many young people of her generation, Ace is addicted to modern technology.
Now, when we return from our daily walks, she bats at a toy halfheartedly before fixing her gaze on the only thing that can bring her pleasure. It is a travesty.
You would think that being unable to actually touch the focus of her desire would eventually put her off. How long can someone chase an invisible target before going mad? Yet, Ace doesn’t seem fazed.
I suppose I enable her; I cannot bear to watch her blank, unfulfilled stare. I wonder if we will ever again play with Snake or Goose for more than three minutes.
I thought this kind of thing only happened to cats.