Okay, I admit it, I talk to our dog, Sidnei. I don’t feel too bad about it, especially since Prince Charles talks to his plants. At least our dog can answer back. Not that answering back is always a good thing. There are certainly pros and cons to a conversation with you pet.
Take yesterday’s conversation, for example,
What’s that you’re eating?
Does it have any ham in it?
No. Absolutely none.
Bugh! Why not?
Because its got lemon in it.
It’s a bright yellow, tart, citrus fruit.
Ugh. Lemon sounds like it would be better with some ham.
Trust me, it wouldn’t.
Sidnei sits and stares for a while.
Can I try some lemon cake?
Are you sure you want it?
*wags tail* Definitely
… And can I get mine with a side of ham?
Needless to say, the ham was the bigger hit.
So, animal, vegetable, or mineral, what do you talk to?
I admit it – I talk to just about everything:
Cats; daily, when I had them.
Plants; regularly, though my conversation is limited to, “Oh, you look dry! Let’s get you a drink”, and “Aren’t you pretty today!”.
My car; frequently, in the vein of “What a good car you are”.
Other inanimate objects; occasionally, and usually with words I won’t repeat on a PG blog.
And speaking of inanimate objects, I also talk to myself sometimes…
HA! Yes, I have love-hate discussions with inanimate objects pretty frequently. I’m not going to mention talking to myself because that normal, isn’t it?
I admit it. I talk to the cats, the dog, the kettle (Your’e still not boiling?) the wine glass (You’re empty already?), the TV remote (Where are you hiding now?) that chick in the mirror (You couldn’t manage a single set of squats last week and now look at you.)
Lately, I’ve been talking to my manuscript, and the little voices in my head, er, my characters, aren’t answering.
LOL … Empty wine glass? How disobedient of it! And the manuscript thing? I’d starry worrying when the voices in your head do start answering back 🙂
Neglected to add a snort to the side of ham.
Glad you haven’t inflicted your vegetarianism on the poor guy.
My most intelligent conversations take place in front of the mirror. That guy is truly a genius. I also talk to the voice that tells me my phone is forwarded or unforwarded. And silverware and other such inanimate objects that jump out of my hands onto the floor. I won’t tell you what I say to them, though.
David, you’d be proud of her trying to chase rabbits and anything else that moves. Of course, the pesky vegetarian puts a crimp on her fun with the leash. Funny how inanimate objects come off worse in the things people say to them 😉
I talk to mine, too – and she’s deaf! Convinced we understand each other regardless, like you and yours. 🙂
HA HA! Ours is deaf, selectively 😉