Sometimes…well, okay, often, I despair of my two-legs, I really do.
She is so proud of how well we communicate, but what she really means is that while I understand loads of her language, not just smells and body language, but words too… she can pretty much only understand a little bit of mine.
Granted, she has got used to telling the difference between the special blinks that just show I’m paying attention and the ones that show that, in spite of everything, I love her. And she’s got a pretty good vocabulary for barks, ear-angles and tails. She knows when I’m not feeling too good and can ‘read’ when I am inviting her to play… and even tell the difference between when I’m telling the pigeons to go away or when there is a real intruder out there.
But, she just doesn’t get my singing…
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
She tries but nobody is as cleverest you!
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She’s only human, after all 😉
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That she is. And a loving and caring one.
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I have her trained 😉
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👍👍👍🐶
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This face expression says all. Lol
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🙂
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:-))
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Look at that face! She’s a human for sure.
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