If you go outside and start barking
like a dog, the whole neighborhood will come alive with distant barking from
all directions. Man, I must have
had a boring childhood. Tonight, I
went over to a neighbor’s house to let their dogs in for the night, while their
owners were out of town. I caught
myself talking to them as if I had known them all my life. For some odd reason, dogs seem to
understand me. Not when I bark…
I’m talking about speaking to them as if they have a full command of the
English language. My dog knows
when I am happy and when I am sad.
She knows just the right time to put her head on my leg. It’s been said that dogs can read
minds. Whatever. All I know, is
you can talk to a dog and they listen better than most humans. I just wish they wouldn’t crap on the
floor.
