Not to turn this into a doggy/kitty thread (although that is not horrible) but the dear old lab, Bubba, simply cannot hear me when I call him over to have his ears doctored or for some like purpose.
But from two rooms away, he can hear me open the container that holds his sticks. I look up and there he is.
“But from two rooms away, he can hear me open the container that holds his sticks. I look up and there he is.”
That’s because he is just like most two legged critters called children. They both have selective hearing.
Dog treat containers are made of special materials that dogs can hear very well. And not just a noise; the miracle material also dispenses the smell of bacon.
Talk about selective hearing. Years ago, the cartoon, "Far Side" did a hilarious "analysis" of a dog's selective hearing. A great metaphor for a Lib, who hears only what he wants to hear...