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Posted Juy 11, 2014 |
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Communication
A Guest Article
By Maggie
Just like Lucy, I
will start out by introducing myself. My name is Maggie
and I am, as Uncle-B would affectionately refer to me, the half-breed of
the bunch. While I definitely look, act and think like a
BC, I have the build and short hair of my BH (Blue Heeler) heritage. Dad
says I am an ’05 model (I have no idea what that means, maybe Dad thinks
I’m a car since old cars is what he mostly thinks of)…anyway that makes
me pretty wise due to my age. With this level of wisdom, I
can’t quite figure out this communication thing.
I asked Mommy to look up “communication” on Wikipedia (since she always
has the laptop and Dad hasn’t seen it since they bought it), and she
said she was too busy looking at light fixtures and to ask Dad. Well,
after about 2 weeks, Dad finally found the laptop while Mommy was gone
and looked it up. I would have done it myself if not for
this danged opposable thumbs thing I got going on…. Anyway,
what he told me makes me wonder even more about how I can communicate so
CLEARLY and the rest of you folks (including Dad, Mommy and Uncle-B)
have so much difficulty with it.
According to Dad, Communication[i] requires
a sender, a message, a
medium and a recipient, although the receiver does not have to be
present or aware of the sender's intent to communicate at the time of
communication; thus communication can occur across vast distances in
time and space. Communication requires that the communicating parties
share an area of communicative commonality. The communication process is
complete once the receiver understands the sender's message.
So really, how hard can this be. I mean, I communicate
very well with Dad when I need something. I need to go
pee, I sit at his feet and stare at him until he lets me out; I’m
hungry, I sit at my bowl and give him my best I’m starving look. Oh,
and I will take that squeaky thing he calls a bone and put it in my bowl
to let him know even though Uncle-B thinks I’m overweight. Dad
even put me on a diet because he got the complex; I like being fat and
sassy! Anyway, I have a message, Dad sees me communicate
that message and he reacts….boy do I have him trained….Mommy, not so
much (she operates on her own schedule unless it’s that dang cat that
wants something). Mommy is really challenged on the
communication thing. She tells me she’s saying Kitty, but
all I hear is “Pretty” and I come running every time.
But back to topic. On this communication thing, I send Dad
the message through my visual cues and he reacts. Even if
he’s not in the feed room when I get ready to eat, I know he’ll be there
within a few minutes because he has to go right by there to get to the
beer fridge (See, I’m smarter than you think…) And don’t
get me started on “cookies” and those yummy heartworm pills. I
know exactly where they keep them and I can stare at that cabinet door
for hours. Of course, that door doesn’t automatically open
like Dad responds to me staring, but remember, it’s an inanimate object
(that means it ain’t alive and breathing for you verbally challenged
folks).
Now I realize Dad and Mommy are a little stressed with trying to build a
house, but I can’t help but think that some of that stress is because of
communication. I hear them say that building a house is
one of the hardest things that a couple will do together, but I’m
convinced that if they worked on the communication part, it would be a
heck of a lot easier.
For example, Mommy has so many things in her head that she can’t always
tell Dad what she is thinking without leaving words out (I think her
brain works faster than her mouth can keep up). When she
gets done, Dad looks at her with that look that the Buppys are always
giving Uncle-B…..if he had bigger ears, they would be raised, his head
is usually cocked to one side and he has this look like he’s thinking
that he knows she is talking to him but for God’s sake he can’t
understand a word she is saying. It’s like he’s sittin’ in
the middle of Mexico trying to ask for directions and where he left his
pants and all he knows is “una mas cerveza por favor senorita”[ii]. It’s
obvious that Mommy has a message, she’s the sender, her medium is words
and Dad is the intended recipient. But he just don’t get
it, thus the communication is broken. That interweb site
said that the communication process is complete once the receiver
understands the sender’s message. Sometimes our house is
like playing a football game where every play is a Hail Mary pass[iii] to
Dad, and his hands are full of beer cans. He sucks as a
receiver.
Now this ain’t all Mommy’s fault either….Dad has his own challenges at
communicating. But this usually occurs following Mommy’s
attempt to verbalize her thoughts at a pace that ain’t up to speed with
the turning of the cogs. This part of the communication is
usually started with the words “What the hell are you saying” coming out
of Dad’s mouth. Without chasing the rabbit too far into
the woods, suffice it to say that at the end of their banter, I’ve
headed for the nearest spot where nobody can see me (kind of like when
there is thunder or fireworks…remember Gall and her Astraphobia story)
and Dad has resolved to pouting or being really pissy. By
this time, it’s usually a couple of days before Dad wants to talk about
it and that means that Mommy can’t work on a final decision which puts
the whole construction process in the circle pattern waiting for a safe
place to land.
Now how does this affect me……I could care less. I still
stare at Dad when I need to pee, I still lay by my bowl when its meal
time and I still expect Mommy to pet me when she yells “Kitty”. All
I can say is, I’ll be glad when this house is built and Dad and Mommy
can take some time to work on their communication.
Uncle-B usually has some good quotes to follow the Buppy’s articles, but
I’ve exhausted every ounce of story-telling philosophy that I can
muster. All I have at this point is:
What we’ve got here is failure to communicate![iv]
[i] From
Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communication)
[ii] Song
from the album Me On The Jukebox, performed
by Tommy Alverson and co-produced by Alverson and Lloyd
Maines [iii] From Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hail_mary_pass) – a very long forward pass in American Football, made in desperation with on a small chance of success
[iv] A
quotation from the 1967 film Cool
Hand Luke
EDITOR’S NOTE: Great article Ms. Maggie (love the endnotes!)! Thank you for being our second contributing author! We really do appreciate it. For those of you that don't know Maggie - her dad and our dad have been buds for probably around 18 years (though there was a gap in there ... but there were some intense <good> times in there too!). The scary thing is ... they both do think alike ... not sure if that's a good thing or not!! Our dad has been pushing your dad to publish your thoughts for quite a while ... after he submitted your article, our dad texted him and said "Pretty damn therapeutic isn't it??!!" and your dad replied "It is therapeutic. Already started the next one." You know, visiting with our Buppies is good, but allowing them to vent some of the stuff out into the "semi" general public somehow feels soooooo much better!!!! It really is amazing! Dad has the "Save A Life" link at the bottom of each page, and he truly believes in that! -- but there is a double meaning to the link ... this site really helped him hang on to his sanity over the past several years. Maybe, that's why the stories have slowed down ... Sanity is in the grasp!!!! You know, as Ernie said:
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop
when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and
let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
Ernest
Hemingway
Well, since Ms. Maggie didn't have any quotes (except the well known one from Cool Hand Luke), the webmaster feels compelled to provide some (just to round things out!!):
The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it
has taken place.
George
Bernard Shaw
It usually takes me more than three weeks to prepare a good
impromptu speech.
Mark
Twain
Jim Rohn
and most importantly in relevance to THIS article
…
(for mommy)
If you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or
clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it
again. Then hit it a third time - a tremendous whack.
Winston
Churchill
AND MOSTLY ...
The most important thing in communication is hearing what isn't
said.
Peter
Drucker
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