Do you want a biscuit?
Water? You want to go down?
Come. Go. Sit. Run! Catch! Jump!
You want to go out and eat grass?
Go sleep in your own bed!
No we don’t run after cats!
Papa. Mamma. All familar dogs, cats, and human names.
Where’s your leash?
Find your bone!
Where’s your ball?
Gabbar Singh find Sher Khan..where’s Sher Khan?
Go out in the balcony.
Water. Food. Pedigree. Biscuit. Royal Canine.
You want milk?
Where’s your bowl?
Do your job!
Where’s your collar?
You want the AC on?
Any sound of the biscuit tin opening. A chocolate wrapper anywhere.
Go sit in window!
Look Devil’s outside! (The neighbour’s dog)
Where’s your quilt?
Who tore this newspaper?
Go get the newspaper!
Pillow. Table. Kitchen.
Fetch. Bark. Quiet!
“Aww you missed me!”
And answer to the question in the previous post: Guess what’s she trying to say?
She is an old friend. The baby is a Dalmatian, a fast growing, unwanted, unwelcome pup.
She says she is not fond of dogs, but is beginning to like hers just a little.