Charlie Bear here.
Mom Peep ran across this on a flip-a-day calendar on dogs:
I’m so glad my dog can’t talk … he knows too much.
She’s right about one thing. I know A LOT! When she’s angry at someone and doesn’t want to give them a piece of her mind, she talks to me (which is fine…doesn’t ruffle my fur). When she’s hurt and for some reason she can’t tell the other person, she tells me. Now, I wonder … what the heck? Can’t she tell them? Sometimes it’s best to leave things alone she says. And when she’s afraid, well, heck, that’s an easy one. I run up on the sofa, snuggle by her side and mold myself into her to let her know I’m there for her. She can trust me. She can rely on me to protect her. I may be little, but I have a big bark and a menacing growl (not really, but don’t tell anyone).
The quote says I can’t talk, but I have to disagree. I do. Well, not really “talk,” but you know…give her nudges, or lead her to something good and away from something bad. I lick her face when she cries and I rejoice and throw my green turtle around when she’s excited and doing the happy dance. That’s the way I talk.
Tell us how your dog talks to you…inquiring minds (me and Mom Peep) want to know.
Wiggles and Woofs,