|"Hello? Hello? It's me, Bentley."|
Bentley: “Excuse me, Mom? Are you seriously going to write a post about whether I communicate with you? Let me ask you something, how do you know when I need to use the outdoor facilities?
Me: “You go to the back door and whack the blinds. I’ve been meaning to ask you why you won’t ring the bells. That’s what they are hanging there for, you know.”
Bentley: “Yeah, I know. The bells are Pierre’s thing. I find making the blinds
sound like someone
is busting through the door to be more effective for me. It’s a personal choice and it is
communicating. How do you know when I am
|"I prefer the whack attack on my blinds."|
Me: “If I happen to be a few minutes late in serving your meal, you climb on me, making it impossible for me to work, and at times, difficult to breath.”
Bentley: “Does it relay the message to you that I am on the brink of starvation? Once I allow you to breath, don’t you go fetch my dinner? That’s communication!
Me: “You don’t leave me much of a choice. It is hard to ignore you when you’re on top of me.”
Bentley: “Let’s say I want to go for my walk. How do you know that is what I want?”
Me: “That’s easy! You go stick your head in the leash box and then give me “the look.” Dad said that you told him where your ball was the other day.”
Bentley: “Oh my gosh! That was an epic example of communication skills! He had gotten down on the floor to play a game of tug-o-war. However, I had recently gotten a fresh sniff of my long-lost soccer ball, which had rolled under y’alls chest of drawers. This was my chance to have Dad reach under there and grab it. That’s a problem with short arms; I just don’t have the reach.”
Me: “He said that you crawled over and stuck your nose under the dresser.”
Bentley: “That’s right. I knew he’d be curious when I didn’t immediately jump on the game of tug. I stuck my nose under the opening and then gave him “the look.” It was all very dramatic. I may have whined and pawed like Lassie whenever Timmy fell into the well. *He didn’t, but he loves to embellish. Dad quickly came over to see what I was trying to show him.”
Me: “That’s when I walked in to see what y’all were doing. I saw Dad pull that soccer ball out and your tail was swishing like a metronome. That’s when your dad told me, “He just asked me to get his ball out from under the dresser!” It’s not as if you don’t communicate with us all of the time, because you do. When you tell us something out of the ordinary, it lets us know that you understand the art of communicating. It’s very impressive.”
Bentley: “All animals communicate; it is up to humans to learn our languages. If a chimpanzee had shown a human where their long lost ball was, it’d be front page on Monkey Monthly. We all know they are practically people according to their DNA. I think we just saved the scientific world a lot of money on research. We are dogs and we communicate!”
Me: “You do know that a chimpanzee is not a monkey, don’t you?”
Bentley: “Seriously, are you going to call me out on the animal kingdom? I know chimps are apes, but Ape Monthly is not as funny. Now, if you’d please move your laptop, I need to cut off your air supply until you feed me.”
Me: “We rest our case. You should be talking to your dog. They really get it!”
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