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I can't understand a word you're saying

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We ran an AP story today about how pet owners are under the mistaken impression that they can understand what their pets are saying when they bark and meow at them. (The picture accompanying the story features some samoyed pups that look a lot like my sister's new dog Sherman.)

These people also think their animals understand them.

I dunno. Maybe it's true. But the only thing my pets understand is when I clock them with my fist.

I kid. I kid.

But really, if I try to speak to either one of them, they look at me like I'm insane. And here's what I understand about my pets: When my cat is meowing at the door, it wants to go outside (of course, as soon as I let it out, it instantly starts meowing to be let back inside.

As for the dog, I can assure he doesn't even understand himself. And whatever it is he's saying, he does it loud enough for people two towns away to hear.

Here, judge for yoursef. If you can decifer this, let me know.

 

3 Comments

Terri said:

Clock them. Yeah, right! Rocket is bragging about how he and the cat have you wrapped around their little paws! As well they should.

SanPedroDogs said:

aehm...when I walk into the dog park and Rocket comes running to me nudging my pocket..he is clearly asking for the treats he know's are usually in there....and when I turn around and tell hi that I dont have any today ...he runs off.......thats perfect communication in my book lol lol
Reba understands perfectly when I say *dinner* cookie* walkie* and *out*
I understand perfectly when Scotty whines at the door that he is telling me I am to slow getting ready for the walk
The cats sit in front of the cabinet with treats...and when I ask if they want one they meow...
....I dont get people who dont get it....

Anonymous said:

That's easy! He's saying,"Hey, look over here!"

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Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.

E-mail Donna at donna.littlejohn@dailybreeze.com.

Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(Video: Rocket the Dog) and is the least popular person on his block. He spends his free time in dog parks, pet shops and always has an extra plastic bag in his pocket just in case. He also has a cat.

E-mail Josh at josh.grossberg@dailybreeze.com.