Conversations with my dog

Rosie came in from the yard with her normally white feet and muzzle a medium sort of tan color. Rosie likes to create little dens to lay in, which is to say, Rosie likes to dig.

A conversation ensued. Do understand that this conversation is up for alternate interpretation.

Me: Hello Rosie.

Rosie: *hops and wags* I’m here! Love me! Pet me!

Me: *notices her nose and feet are dirty* You’ve been digging.

Rosie: *sits and looks innocent*   No. I’m a good dog.

Me: you have dirt on your nose and feet. You can’t fool me.

Rosie: *looks away briefly then back* I’m a good dog! Love me! Pet me!

Me: a dog with a white nose and paws, and no opposable thumbs should find another vice. This one is not working very well for you.

Rosie: *wags nervously and looks at me*   But I love you. I’m a good dog. I don’t mean to dig. The dirt just feels so cool and refreshing when I have a fresh hole. I love you! Really! I do!

Me: *pets her on the head and sighs*   You’re a good dog.

Rosie: *turns and walks a few feet toward the family room, stops and turns to make sure I’m following her*   Lets go snuggle on the couch!

Admit it people! You do it too! You talk to your dog when no one is around. Or perhaps when people are around.

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  1. I suppose it beats talking to a cat though.

    Me: Get off that table. If you knock something off, I’ll make soup out of you.

    Shadow: *knocks a spoon onto the floor* Yeah, right. I’m hungry.

    Me: Hey, get your nose out of my food.

    Shadow: *nom nom nom*

    Me: Stop it. *Picks him up and place him onto the floor*

    Shadow: *Jumps back onto the table* How rude. *Nom nom nom*

    Me: I’m having cat chop suey for dinner tonight.

    Shadow: Up yours. *nom nom nom*

    Me: That’s it! Pack your bags. I’m sending you to the Moon!

    Shadow: You may have the rest. Be quiet now. I’m going to take a nap. You may stroke my fur until I inform you it’s time to stop by biting you. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Oh, by the way, I pooped in your shoes and ripped your chair.

    Me: I love you.

    Shadow: *Bumps me with his head* I tolerate you. Now shut up I’m sleeping.

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