What's harder– communicating with Jude or Bang?
bang. no question. while jude is frustrating to talk to right now he at least looks at me, processes what i'm saying, and you know, the little wheels in there are turning around .
i often make light of how stupid bang is and it's a constant running joke in our house. but i want you to understand– i am in no way exaggerating how dumb she is, our special child.
when you say something to bang there's no telling what will happen. maybe she'll look at you. maybe she'll bark. maybe she'll run away. maybe she'll jump up on you and then slam her face into the door. it's completely unpredictable. at least a few times a week she falls down from walking across an empty floor. she routinely runs straight into the wall and tries to jump up on the couch and misses and comes crashing back to earth. or onto the coffee table. she dug a hole to get under the deck and couldn't get back out because she forgot where the hole was. i could go on and on. she's just not right, that bang.
as we like to say,
HER BRAIN DIDN'T MAKE GOOD.
oh, bang. she is friendly and loveable, but... not smart. the poor little darling has an extra Z chromosome. someone put funfetti in her braincake.
the word retarded isn't in my vocabulary. it is offensive to some and really, there's no reason to throw it out there. but this has always been my purely hypothetical question:
if you were to, say, own a really stupid dog, and let's just pretend that this dog is so stupid that it can't really function, is it possible for a dog to be mentally handicapped?
possibly handicapped and definitely strange: it's miss bang