OMD!* You won't believe what I just heard from the cat down the street. Remember that class on human communication I was taking? Well, it finished and I still don't feel like I'm getting it. But the cat says at least half the class already signed up for Level 2! What am I doing wrong? I've done all the homework perfectly! Okay, almost perfectly. Okay, I may have done a few things differently than the teacher said. But it couldn't make that much of a difference, could it? Like when she said don't attempt communication right when your human gets home from work — let them get situated first. Well, I just KNOW they don't want to wait that long — they want to kiss and hug me and rub my belly and do baby talk and let me lick them and watch me dance around and wag my tail RIGHT AWAY! And then there's the thing about "calling in protection" before communicating. What?!? If I call in that tough bull terrier next door, there will be so much barking and excitement, I'll never get a word in. How is that communicating? It works best for me when I have my people all to myself. With all that love, why would we need protection anyway? Oh yeah, and there's also that thing the teacher said about keeping a journal of everything that did work so you can look back and see that you've actually had lots of success. Here are some of my entries from last week: Monday Me: "Food? Belly rub? Cheese?" Person: Pats me on the head. Tuesday Me: "Treats? Walk? Cheese?" Person: Gave me a bath. Wednesday Me: "Snacks? Play? Cheese?" Person: Kept staring at something that sounded deliciously like "my bone." But I think they said "iPhone." Thursday Me: "Ball? Back scratch? Cheese?" Person: Started some kind of argument with the rest of the family about a "bad" smell in the room. I got the feeling they were blaming something on me. I thought everything smelled great. I did get to play and walk and have a belly rub last week, but not when I asked for them. Is there some kind of delay the teacher forgot to tell us about? Boy, I wish I had some cheese. *oh my dog If you want to leave a comment and don't see the form, click the title or word "comments" above!
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AuthorMy name is Bilbo. I'm a Beagle. Ever since I was young, while my siblings and friends romped with each other, I would always be off spending time with the humans. Last year, I finally decided I'm going to learn to talk to them! This is my journal. Archives
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