This is Jingle’s class picture. All of these dogs (and their kids) will be training with us starting next week. I don’t know if you can view it if you aren’t on Facebook but it is so cute! It’s like they are all lined up for a kindergarten yearbook. We think our Jingle has a very distinctive look.
Riley loved the letter. She sucked in her breath, and said, “Jingle!” She knew exactly which dog it was, even without seeing the photo. She tried to suppress her arms which were going wild with her ”happy” tic. When she does this, she clasps her hands together in front like the little girls when they sing in The Sound of Music. She tries to control it so it won’t be as obvious.
“She’s so cute,” she said, staring at the picture.
This lasted for about 30 seconds and then she went back to what she was doing, seemingly unfazed.
“Riley! You were wishing for Jingle. Remember when you saw her picture when she was a puppy? You said you wanted her. ”
“Maybe,” she said.
“Remember you said if you had to pick, you’d pick Jingle?”
C’mon kid. I want a reaction!
“Maybe.”
I crinkled my eyebrows at Todd, am I crazy?
He laughed and shook his head. He remembered. He was there when she said she wanted Jingle. He heard it more than once.
Perhaps she’s feeling too exposed to admit it.
Maybe she’s just tired from Seth’s party.
Maybe she really doesn’t remember(fat chance).
And that’s the thing with autism. Riley could no sooner morph herself into a reaction for my sake than she could be mean to someone. She just is who she is.
A few hours later, she came back to Jingle’s picture. She cocked her head to the side, smiled and pressed her hands together.
It was enough.