Angry.
Why do I let it get to me? I speak, of course, of the dog. She has this thing – she likes to piss me off. If she wants attention, she can walk in to the office and see me. But she’d rather stand in the doorway and whine. Why? I don’t know. I suspect she wants me to sit on the couch for her, all the time. But I can’t do that.
So I tell her to shut up. And she doesn’t. And I lose my temper and I yell. And she whines more.
Today, I got so pissed that I spun around to get our of my chair, threw my headset off my head, and, in my rage, pulled the wires clean off the plugs for the headset, because it wrapped itself around my foot AGAIN. (yet another thing that pissed me off, not that it will happen again, mind you). In the rage that followed that, I threw the headset across the room (now sans plugs), and it shattered. I exclaimed “Now I can throw you out!”, and did so.
I suspect that the dog actually enjoys seeing me enraged. It’s not doing me any good though. I’m not getting work done if she’s whining at me and my brain snaps out of focus.
I suppose I’ll go give her a cookie and see what that buys me.