I’m a single girl. I live alone with two large dogs. Some of the conversations I have with them are pretty funny.
Yes I’ve actually said all of these things to them on a pretty regular basis.
What are you doing?
You aren’t helping.
I’m not going anywhere without you (when they follow me into the bathroom because they think I’ll sneak out and go walking without them.)
Come back here.
You need to move.
Do you have to poop on a hill?
What are you eating?
You can’t eat that!
Don’t eat that!
Don’t let him pee on you!
Don’t pee on your sister!
You have to wait. Bubba has to poo
You have to wait. Sissy has to poo
We aren’t going that way (when they smell something interesting in the area we just passed).
Watch your head (when they aren’t paying attention and about to run into something)
Wait, wait (when we are waiting to cross the street)
Wait, there’s a car (when Millie thinks we’ve waited long enough and she wants to go.)
Careful (when its slick and I need them to stay close to my side)
You have to wait for him to finish (once Rocky walks away from his food dish, anything he leaves is fair game for her.)
That belongs to him!
My finger is in there.
Do not make me put on my shoes and come out there! (Usually when they are out in the yard barking and they won’t come when I call their names. Last time this happened was a couple of weeks ago . . . there was a possum in the alley playing possum.)
Make up your mind you’re letting out the hot (winter)/cold (summer). (After Rocky scratches at the back door and wants in but hesitates when I actually open the door to let him in.)
And everyone worries that I’m lonely living here in The Little House all by myself . . .