I have those buttons for my dogs. My German Shepherd, Laci Jane, loves them, but my Staffordshire, Bleu, prefers to relay messages through his sister. This one day, after she pressed “Bleu. Ice.” (they both love ice cubes), I told him to come press the buttons himself. He trots over and, without hesitation, taps “Why? Laci Jane.” The little twerp had delegated!
In an effort to further confuse this conversation with trivia, I’ll point out that X is the Roman numeral for 10, and also the digit “dek” in the dozenal counting system.
Back when I was a college tutor, I had a couple of students try the “I can’t do my homework, I have ” line with me. My response was always the same: "I’m a traumatic brain injury survivor who had to relearn how to read in my second year of high school. I have dyslexia, memory issues, and acquired ADHD. And I’m a straight 4.0, so don’t give me the “I can’t” line."
All of them decided it was in their best interest to do their homework. Whaddaya know, they all passed.
Dyslexia is an interesting thing to live with, for sure, and it can be awesome once you master it. It’s more than just difficulty reading; it also comes with superb spacial reasoning and the ability to mentally rearrange the world around you. That’s why a number of great artists and engineers were dyslexic. It isn’t in spite of the dyslexia…it’s actually because of it!
Much like how my German Shepherd, Laci Jane, has formed an emotional bond with our vacuum cleaner. She barks playfully and wags every time her “friend” comes out of the closet, follows it around keeping it company while it vacuums the house, sniffing it periodically in a companionable way, and then gets on the couch and requests it brush her with the upholstery attachment.
I was JUST going to say, any good janitor would empty the wastepaper baskets every day.