If My Dog Were a Dinosaur


I might be a crazy dog lady now.  I mean I’ve always LOVED my dogs and I’ve always joked that I talk to them all the time, which is true.  But since becoming housebound in November of last year, I think my mental state has declined.  I now find that I talk to my dogs and sometimes forget that they can’t answer back.  That means I sit and look at them waiting momentarily for a response before remembering they are dogs. But, in my crazy dog lady defense, my dogs are wicked smart.  You may remember my series called “My Dog is Smarter Than Me” and the truth is that I have more posts coming for the series as I still get out smarted on a daily basis. I’d like to state my case in a fictional manner.  I will give it to you in terms of “If my Dog Continue reading