My dog can talk – you have to believe me

I was sleeping in my chair late one night, absentmindedly stroking my dog curled up in my lap.

“Stop it.”

Where’d that voice come from?  What?

“Stop it.  That’s so annoying.”

I looked down at my dog.   “You can talk?”

“Of course I can.  All dogs can talk.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“That’s just so annoying stroking me in the same place for hours.”

“Wait until I tell Jan you can talk.  She’ll never believe it.”

“You’re right – because I’ll never talk again.”

As soon as I could, I told Jan that Moxie could talk.  She didn’t believe me.  She just thought that I was making it up, that maybe I had been dreaming.  I finally confessed that I just made it all up, so she wouldn’t think I was losing my mind.

But, I know he can talk and he knows I know he can talk.  I often ask him to talk – beg him to talk again.  And all he does is look at me with that curious looks dogs have, and I can tell he feels sorry for letting me know dogs can talk.