Yesterday, Jack commented that our elderly Collie, Lody, no longer seemed to hear him call when he was ready to leave the horse field after feeding horses in the morning. While we feed, we allow Lody to wander around the horse field. Trust me, you don’t want to know why she likes to accompany us.
I responded that she still seems to hear me, though I have to pitch my voice a little higher than my normal speaking tone. I suggested he try pitching his voice higher when he wanted Lody’s attention.
So this morning, I heard Jack coo in a squeaky falsetto: “Lody wanna go feed horses?” It must have worked, because then I heard Jack coo “Good girl, good girl!” in the same high tone. I don’t think I had ever heard Jack’s falsetto before, though in theory I guess I knew he had one.
It was scary.