Emme, Come

Emme has a disconcerting habit. When I can't see her and call "Emme, come" she interprets this a command to freeze in place. She doesn't come. She doesn't make a sound. She just waits. She usually follows one of us everywhere and so over time we have shut her in our bedroom closet after getting dressed, left her out in the garage after we have taken out the garbage, and shut her out on the porch after we have taken the dogs outside. When we realize that she in not by one of us and we call, "Emme, come." She is absolutely quiet. So we have to do a search and find. We comb the house and she waits silently. She doesn't come; she doesn't make a sound; she just waits.

This morning we were clearing the dining room table, washing the breakfast dishes, taking out garbage and bringing the Christmas tree upstairs from the basement. I went upstairs to check my email and Ken remained on the first floor. Then we realized that Emme was not with either of us. Of course, I called "Emme, come." Sometimes I can be a slow learner. Of course, she froze in place and didn't make a sound. So Ken and I searched the house and garage. Finally we found Emme sitting on the seat of my chair at the dining room table just waiting for us to find her.

We need a new system.