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It’s a Good Thing I Have a Dog
Otherwise I’d Be Talking to Myself
One of the best things about having a dog is that you always have someone to talk to. I’m not a crazy old lady talking to herself. I’m a crazy old lady talking to a Yorkie-poo.
What do I tell Captain? Just about everything. “I came very close to slapping an annoying customer today.” “I can’t wait to see my grandson again!” “Why on earth do otherwise intelligent women wear stilettos?”
Captain, according to a recent article in Reader’s Digest, has the intellect of a two-year-old and only a 65 word vocabulary, mostly focused on Captain-related things like “walk” and “dog” and “treat.”
“Stiletto” and “grandson” are probably not part of my dog’s vocabulary.
And yet? When I start blathering away about my day, he never walks away. Instead, he listens attentively. Of course, he could just be listening carefully in the hope that he’ll hear me say “walk” or “treat.”
Either that or he just thinks that listening to me is part of his job as a dog.
It’s a job he does very well.
I recently asked my dog-owning friends if they talk to their dogs. Of course, every single one of them does. When I asked them what they talked about, here’s what they told me:
