... Bear
What? You know you have conversations with your pets too. It's a regular occurrence at my house. And now that we have Bear I get to flaunt my crazy on the streets of this tiny Missouri town.
One of the stipulations in Hubs letting us adopt Bear was that I would be the primary caregiver (like he is for the cats) and I agreed. So, that means I walk him more often than not, and honestly, I am totally fine with that (hello workout motivation!). During our walks Bear and I get to have our own little conversations. I know that not everyone speaks dog, so I'll translate for you.
Me: Come on Bear, time to go potty.
Bear: *wags tail and walks to the door* (translation: Yay! Let's go, Mom!)
Me: *lightly tugs on the leash* Come on Booger Butt, we're going this way today.
Bear: *pulls me back the other way a bit* (translation: But Mom! I have to check out this tree!)
Me: We'll check out that tree on the way back. Come on.
Bear: *gives in and walks with me* (translation: Fine...)
Me: *pats his head* Good boy.
Bear: *stops at a bush and pees* (translation: I just gotta leave a message for Ramsey {the neighbor's dog} real quick)
Me: *waits*
Bear: *continues to walk with me, but constantly trying to roam into people's yards* (translation: I wonder who lives here, and here, and here, and here.)
Me: No, Bear, that's not our yard.
Bear: *spots a lady on her morning run and gets excited jumping and wagging his tail* (translation: LOOK MOM! A person! Do you think they want to play with me?)
Me: Calm down Booger. She doesn't want to play with you.
Bear: *watches her pass and bows his head down to continue our walk* (translation: Dang. Maybe next time.)
Me: *continues walking and lets him poop* Okay Bear, let's turn around.
Bear: *stops dead in his tracks* (translation: But I'm not ready to go home yet.)
Me: Bear, Let's go. *tugs on leash and makes that click sound you make to your pets*
Bear: *very slowly walks with me* (translation: Fine...)
We're almost home at this point.
Bear: *spots a squirrel and tries to take off running after it* (translation: SQUIRREL!)
Me: *plants my feet and pulls him back* No, Bear! You can't get that squirrel! Now calm down and let's go home.
Bear: *walks with me again, still slowly but stopping to check out signs and trees and bushes* (translation: Fine, but I need to check my messages)
Me: *opens the front door* Okay Booger Butt, in you go.
Bear: *plops down on his bed in the living room* (translation: Man, I'm beat. Time for a nap)
Do you talk to your pets?
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