I just talked to an animal. Not in the form of speech; Jasper’s lost most of his hearing. But I went outside to write in the gazebo, and he wanted to come outside because something might be going on. (He has not yet hit the old-dog point where he rarely cares what’s going on.) He walked up to the door, looked. I looked. He hit the door with his paw. I didn’t feel like getting up right at that exact moment. He barked – a short sharp note. Okay then.
That qualifies as conversation.
-Lileks
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