I talk to my mom all the time. I like to talk to Mom. She calls it barking. Sometimes she calls it whining or yipping and yapping.
I talk to her when she puts on a jacket. I get all excited. That’s ‘cause we’re going outside. That’s the only reason she puts on a jacket. She tells me that’s not true. Sometimes she’s cold and I’m not keeping her warm. I do that too. Keep Mom warm. That’s when we cuddle. I don’t talk much then.
I talk a lot when it’s time to eat. Before breakfast Mom makes me go outside. That’s ‘cause we’re just getting up in the morning. And my bathroom is outside on the grass. She doesn’t stay out with me. She comes inside all by herself. I know she’s getting my food ready. But she should always be ready to let me back in right away. After all it’s my breakfast time.
Sometimes she walks away to the kitchen. I can see her through the door. It’s glass. I tell her when I’m ready to come inside. She opens the door so I can run to the kitchen. I run as fast as I can. And I talk all the way. Then I stand right beside Mom to make sure she gets my breakfast right. And I tell her to hurry. I’m hungry.
Sometimes she stops and looks at me in that way that tells me to stop talking. You know how moms are. Anyway, I have to tell her I’m hungry. To hurry up and give me my food. Talking is important where there’s food.
For treats too. Talking’s important. And dinner time. And every time Mom should give me food. I have to tell her I need food. How else would she know?
That’s not the only time I talk. Sometimes I run ahead of Mom when we walk down the lane. That’s when I have to stop and tell her to hurry up. I talk to her when we play ball too. I catch my ball. Then I have to take it back to Mom. That way she can throw it again. But I have to tell her to throw it.
I talk when we get into the car. That’s because Mom makes me get in the back seat. I have to tell her over and over I am supposed to be in the front. She doesn’t listen. Just tells me to be quiet.
Sometimes Mom leaves me alone. So, I have to talk to her when she comes home. I have to tell her how lonely I was.
I talk to Mom when I’m Happy. I like to tell her why I’m happy. I also talk to her when I’m sad. I tell her why I’m sad. That’s when she holds me and gives me extra pets.
Sometimes I talk to my mom for no reason. I just like to talk to her. She listens and listens, and I talk and talk. Then she pets my head and tells me she loves me. Then I tell her I love her. That’s the best talk of all.