I got stuck at work an hour. This normally wouldn't be a problem, but I forgot I had the dog. Poor little Ella. I managed to get what I needed done so I could work remotely, printed up the time sheets and bolted home. Unfortunately, I forgot the time sheets on the printer. So I just came in early to do payroll.
I went in and little-trooper Ella was accident-free. Yay! It's been over a year since she's done that -- ever since we got her teeth done.
I took her out and while peeing her, I was all "I'M SO SORRY YOU HAD TO WAIT. LET'S JUST GO NOW AND I'LL GIVE YOU A NICE WALK WHEN I'M DONE WORK. AND I'LL GET YOU AN APPOINTMENT FOR A GROOMING. YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD LITTLE DOG. THE BEST DOG EVER!"
And then I caught motion behind me. Some woman was walking past overhearing me cooing over my dog. I immediately stood up "I'M NOT CRAZY!!!!" She just smiled. "Hey, it's your pet..."
Do you talk to your pets? Do you talk to only certain pets? I know they don't understand, but I think they pick up on the tone.
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September 24th, 2013
They also have many many nicknames:
Ella
Ella Muffin
Muffinator
Ella Bear
Bed-Face
Princess Butterface
Poopinator
Poops McGee
It's no surprise nobody comes when they're called.
I talk to my guinea pigs all the time and make up songs for them.
My old dog used to go nuts if you counted en français to him. I think "onze" was the trigger.
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i do think they get the tone, and some of the words. both of mine know "down" - not sure if it's the word or the tone i'm using - that phrase is used a TON when someone sneaks onto the table or counter.
i sang to Dewey so much when she was a kitten that she still comes running if i sing along with *anything* now. if i'm upset or crying, she tries to console me, too, mostly by meowing.
Charlotte tries to eat my hair. she's the one i'm convinced can't be a real cat. she plays fetch, sleeps on her back, and falls off the back of the couch on a regular basis. she's very likely a reincarnated yellow lab (;
I carry on on-sided conversations with the cats all the time.
As he got older and deafer, he reacted more to body language than words: the pat on the lap as invite to come sit down. The "hold hand up then crouch down, holding hand out" that indicated he was about to get a treat. Or the "wave from the window" that would send him sprinting across the garden to be let in.