sheba hears everything.

seeing how we live in an apartment, we have a herd of elephants living above us (who, when they aren't bowling or jumping hurdles, are rearranging their furniture and finding ways of dropping things through the walls), the shoulda-coulda-woulda drunk rockstars living below us, and a tribe of wild banshees running up and down the stairwells at all given hours. 

we also have a gigantic window in the living room to ensure that we hear everything going on in the parking lot as well. the sound of every car driven by a deaf adolescent boy who can't get enough bass out of his subwoofer (oh wait, that's chancellor). every jerry springer lover's quarrel. we even have a very devout christian who can be heard "praising hallelujah" to his "almighty fucking savior" across the street every sunday. (i shit you not. verbatim. i swear on the "fucking" bible.) oh, and there are the peeping tom squirrels and the constantly-mating birds, and the random "hoot" of an owl making his kill, and the sound of the kill squeaking before it's, well, killed. let's not forget about the coyotes that absolutely freak me out. (i've had dreams of a band of them stealing my son from his sleep and taking him to their ape friends and forcing him to give them power of man's red fire. it's what they desire. they wanna be like us. walk like us. talk like us, too oo oo. hope you get that reference, otherwise you think i'm dumb.) basically, there is constant noise and sheba hears, and is completely intrigued by, all of it.

she is of the exact height to watch what she can hear. to be on the look-out if you will, just in case a rabid squirrel decides to take her on through the glass.

and she stays this way for hours. just pushing through the full body cramp, i'm sure.

just in case...

can't miss anything.

i'm not dumb by the way. you are if you don't have this playing in your head on loop.

it's the best.