Good News! I’m not hearing voices! Well I am hearing a voice, but it is not in my head or coming from an invisible intruder. It is coming from the radio! No not a regular radio. A squeaky toy boom box that I received as a gift in January for my 12th birthday. Grandma gave me it because she said every pre-teen should have a boom box. She also thought I needed a break from all my scientific research, and get into the arts more. Anyways long story short, after weeks of trying to figure it out, I discovered the voice is coming from the toy!
Every time I heard it, I would stop what I was doing and look at Mom or Dad. I thought it was strange that they would say, “To all my dogs around the globe, turn up that radio! Bow wow wow, yippee yo, yippee yeah!” It didn’t sound like them either. Next I’d glance over at the tv. Yet half the time the tv was turned off, and the other half it definitely did not match what was on the screen. I even would look back at Mom and Dad to see if they were on the phone. I never like it when they use the speaker phone while I’m trying to play. Yet it wasn’t coming from their phones either.
Confused, but not troubled, I’d continue playing until I heard it again! This time I thought that perhaps someone new had entered the house, so I’d look towards the front and back doors. Sometimes I even ran to the door to greet them, much to Asa’s amusement. Alright, I should have listened to him when he said it was Snoop Dogg, and motioned to the toy. But in whose world would Snoop Dogg be inside a dog toy? I assumed it was one of Asa’s bad jokes, and that if I fell for it, Asa would follow it up by saying Martha Stewart was inside there with Snoop Dogg. To avoid showing my concern, I would simply leave the room when I heard it.
This happened on and off for weeks. I even got to the point where I thought the aliens were controlling my mind. A few times when I heard the mysterious voice, I would flop on my bed and rub my ears with my paws. Now in my defense, if you heard it, you’d know that it isn’t a loud piercing squeak like my favorite toys, or even a grunt like what Asa prefers. It is a low, almost soft, voice. Combine it with Asa not reacting, and of course I started having fears that it was coming from inside my head!
Finally, over a month later, I made the connection that it was coming from this gift from Grandma! As I chomped the button over and over again, listening to this silly phrase, I rolled on my back in jubilation! I wasn’t hearing voices in my head from an invisible intruder!
