My husband and I talk for our dog. That's right. She can't talk so we talk for her.
Here's how we REALLY talk for the dog. It's actually kind of fun.
Hey dad! Dad! Come here Dad! Where's the beef? Dad! I smell it cooking! Are you going to come out here and get me something? Okay. So I'm on steroids. That's okay. Give me some doggie treats...something.....Starving! Dad!
Hey Sal...Where'd Shadow go? Hey...she was just here!
Ha! Hiding from dad under the desk. Hahaha.
Then she starts whining and stuff when Gary goes to take the trash out.
Dad! Wait for me Dad! Hey Dad...where ya going? Dad come back!
And when he walks back through the door she is jumping up and down like he was gone all day. Wacked out doggie.
Just wanted to share this wacked out part of my life!