As you might have guessed, after acquiring a dog last week, this week has been a dog filled adventure.
Quite why she had the glum expression above, I don’t know for sure. Maybe it’s because I stopped talking to her. I haven’t stopped talking to her completely, but when I was out walking I passed a neighbor who asked me who I was talking to. Yep, I was talking to the dog. I reigned in my talking at that point, at least when we’re out on the street.
I’m not too worried though, Prince Charles once confessed that he talks to his plants. I’m working on the principle that dogs are several levels up the evolutionary tree than plants, so I’m feeling quite a bit better than royalty. On the other hand, Sidney is registering a passive protest.
What have you been talking to this weekend?
I talk to many different animate and inanimate objects. The inanimate objects tend to get showered with abuse (except my cute little blue MP3 player, which I dote on and have been known to address as “my little sweetie”). Plants get compliments like “Oh, you’re beautiful today” – verbally abusing a plant would just be psychotic. I always used to talk to my cats, too, usually in the vein of “Aren’t you a handsome fellow” or “Get your furry ass off the table!”
As you can see, my conversational depth is distinctly limited. I’m sure my plants all think I’m shallow…
Plants and animals? I guess that makes you a carni-talker! Anyway, give them some bread and they won’t complain 🙂
I talk to my pets all the time. Even my pet rock. 🙂
The Pink Panther had a pet rock once. If it’s cool enough for the panther, it’s cool enough for everybody: http://tinyurl.com/lwkzwne
Yep, the Pink Panther is way cool.
Hope you’re doing well. Restored any good guitars lately?
Hey, I just found your “english” blog. Nice. Amazing that you manage to get hold of a Hetfield and Hammett guitar! I like your comment “stay tuned” – that should be you blog’s tagline!
Ooooh, rock talking. There’s a long forgotten skill 😉 Actually I keep rocks and stones. I have a piece of the Berlin wall. I’ll go and cheers it up with a few kind words now!
I got to spend time talking to my grand-dogder, Harley. Love her quizzical looks as she tries to decipher my meaning. And, oh, yeah, the excitement and twirls when she hears the words she knows.
Ha ha. Yes. Sidnei has selective hearing. Walk, food, water, out are all well understood. Stop that! is a little lower down on the comprehension list 🙂
Most of my talking happens with my editor or with a broad variety of government employees. in some cases talking to a dog would be an upgrade over certain government employees. One can reasonably expect more sincerity from a dog.
Plus, you can be sure you’re not going to get bull***t from a dog.