December 04, 2004
Today his talking is driving me crazy. Endless chatter.
“How do you spell Pekinese? If we wanted some Pekinese we could get as many as we wanted. Daniel’s mom hatches them every chance she gets. We could get a ton of Pekinese. Do you think we should get some Pekinese? Do you like Pekinese?”
He switches thoughts.
“Hey! How come that girl didn’t call us about the puggies? She said she’d call about the pugs. In November!”
Switch
“Hey! Where’s my dog book? Is it packed? Did you pack it? I’m going to have to go through all . . . here it is! Will you come here for a second? Will you come over here and see if you can see a Welsh Corgi Pembroke? Do you like Welsh Corgi Pembroke’s? Did you ever have a Welsh Corgi Pembroke? Are they fast? How short are they? Do they have loud barks? What’s their temperment? Okay, what would you like better? A Welsch Corgi Pembroke, a pug, or a pekinese? Are you sure? You better think about it, dad. Okay, answer again.”
How much more dog talk can I withstand? It’s like living with an AM radio talk show host.
Think of him as some lost element of your subconscious, finally set free :)
This post came up under your banner of what looks like a teenage guy plus an older man in sunglasses in profile ... is that the happy couple?
The picture you’re talking about is one I took of my brother and his son, preparing for my brother’s recent wedding.
Maybe you could get him interested in breeding parrots, and then they’d talk to him instead. Oh no wait, then you’d have him all around you all the time even when he’s off at school. Hmm. He’d have to take the flock of parrots with him. Yeah, that would work.
I’m just surprised the dog hasn’t learned to talk. You know, just to get under my skin.
I’d be the only man in the world with a talking dog, and with my luck, all he’d ask were questions about little boys.
I just read this book called The Dogs of Babel where this man tries to teach his dog to talk, since the dog was the only witness to his wife’s death. It got kind of strange when he met an underground group of suburban dog-surgeons who were trying to alter dog larynxes to allow them to physically be able to speak. The book, however, was a gripping quick read. If you’re into talking dog mysteries, that is.
“Underground group of suburban dog-surgeons.” Now that is strange. I may have to take a peek.
wow, debi, that is freaky… kind of cool, but also, well, creepy
I see what you mean, Debi. So if the talking dog is out, I guess I’ll be forced to go with Jo’s flock of parrots idea. Just great.