Marcy, my son and daughter-in-law’s dog, barks at family members who move faster than a sedated sloth, yips at folks who reenter a room after a short absence, growls and barks at anyone who accidentally raises a voice while telling a joke, etc. Her anxious reactions to noise and movement make me wonder if she had been a contemplative nun in a former life, if she had spent the majority of her time silently praying alone in candlelit chapels.
Alan’s taken her to several trainers to help Marcy learn to bark solely at squirrels and realistic threats to her loved ones. One doggy behavioral expert advised Alan and his wife Amy to tell Marcy to “make better choices.” So, Alan followed that suggestion ironically. He laughingly said, “Now Marcy, make better choices,” when the dog growled at his mother, when she tore around the room madly sniffing out the trail of a long-gone visitor, when she barked at walkers passing by the living room window.
Judy and I began to use the phrase when we encountered difficult people on a trip from Durham to Orlando. When a driver cut across lanes causing motorists to swerve and brake violently, we told him to make better choices. Another driver crept along at 60 mph in the middle lane of I95. Traffic piled up in the fast and slow lanes creating a hazard that lasted for miles. We told Mr. Pokey to, “make better choices.” Cars streaked by us as we drove in narrow-laned construction zones. The worst offenders must have been speeding at 30 mph or more above the limit. I winced whenever they blasted past and pleaded, “make better choices.”
Once we returned home, I began to apply the phrase while watching television. I advised red-faced, shouting politicians to make better choices. Performers wearing garish, revealing costumes, earned the same recommendation. I looked at a PBS fundraising schedule that featured oldies music festivals, doctors selling diet plans, and self-help gurus shilling 5-step methods for finding happiness. I wondered whether the programmers thought that their audiences actually enjoyed dreck, or whether it was a matter of blackmail. “Either pay up, or we’ll force you to watch an eighty-year-old croon ‘Sixteen Candles’. Again!” In either case, I thought that the station manager should make better choices.