Talking to Dogs

I’d be pretty durned crazy if I talked to my dog, wouldn’t I? I mean, talked to him like he was a person?

Pretty… durned… crazy!

But it would be crazier still if I thought he could understand, if I believed he was actually responding to my idiocy. Wouldn’t it?

Like this morning, when I whispered, “That woman on the bench there sure is hot. I wish we could meet someone like her!”

And Jolly immediately trotted over, sat at her feet, and shot her dead with the sad eyes.

That’d be pretty crazy, huh?

Yes, Sir-ee.

Pret-ty… durned… crazy!