Last week I was home alone and talking to myself. It started over the previous weekend when I was dog-sitting and me and Sophie would sit on the couch for a conversation, but it continued long after she was gone home. Then this past weekend Tasha came over for a visit and I could continue my conversation without being worried about being branded as crazy. Maybe that is why so many people have dogs to talk to.
Sophie is no longer a puppy and appreciates the couch and sleeping, kind of like me.
Tasha is still young and full of energy and wants to play - all the time! Fetch the stick or the ball or run or walk or hike or get in the creek.
I have always said that talking to yourself is a sign of intelligence, but just to be safe from being committed, I will try to refrain from that unless the granddogs are around. They are great listeners and always agree with me!
