Good girl

In my house there lives me and four females. I don’t mind this, and most of the time I don’t dwell on the issue.
But one thing I have started to notice: There is much to praise in the actions and achievements of my housemates and so I’m finding that the most common refrain that comes from my mouth begins with ‘Good girl…’ and ends with their name.
Lisa, Maisie, Punky or Charlie.
It’s not always that easy. I can almost hear my brain do a quick cycle as it completes the sentence.  I often call the cat by the dog’s name, and vice versa. I don’t think I’ve stumbled and called Lisa the cat or dog’s name yet, but I fear it’s only a few more weeks of ‘baby brain’ away.

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