Tarla the dog thinks she can talk.
She comes up to me when I go outside and says, “woo-woo, woo, woo”, with changing intonation and emphasis and has a little conversation with me.
Today, she came up and urgently said, “woo-woo, woo, woo. Woo-woo!” looked at me intently and led me to the shed. So I guessed she wanted me to open it. Being lazy, I was going to ignore her, but she insisted, “Woo-woo. Woo-woo, woo, woo.” So I headed back into the house to get the key. “WOO-WOO! Woo-woo!” she called out, thinking I was leaving, but I reassured her I was just getting the key, and she waited.
Back I come, unlock the shed door, and in she dashes, searching around frantically. No luck. Then I spot it – her ball, her green ball up on the bench. So I give it to her, and then out she runs, ecstatically tossing the ball around and worrying it and tossing it again. Much better than the blue ball she’s been playing with the past few days.
Tarla the dog thinks she can talk. And I think so, too.