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Like I’ve said before, I have limited resources. Licks to give kisses, tail wags to
convey happiness, entire body wriggles to impact absolute joy, jaws with which
to grab my treats along the way, as well as to fetch my plethora of stuffed
animals. I bark rarely and
randomly, usually at men in hats and things with wheels. That’s pretty much all I’ve got. So most of my communication and
understanding of the world comes from the pauses in the day, the gaps in the
conversation, the shadows in your eyes.
I’m not stupid. I can see
when you tall ones are upset. I
know what that salty eye rain means. I understand coughing and sneezing means no long walks and
furrowed brows signal annoyance (occasionally at me for not listening but
that’s for another day).
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It’s funny. For
all of you tall people’s chatter, it seems like the bulk of what you have to say
doesn’t have a sound. I don’t even
understand English and yet, I get the message within the silence. It’s usually a whole lot simpler than
you make it sound with your fancy words and analyzing sessions. You’re sad. You’re angry. You’re lonely. You’re hurt.
You’re disappointed. You’re anxious. You’re thrilled.
See how easy that was. But no. You spend hours explaining and
side-stepping, talking around the issue, under the issue, and between it’s
edges. You discuss the same point
from every possible angle, with new adjectives, less emotion, more emotion, no
emphasis, irony, sarcasm, and back again all in this desperate need to be
understood.
Don’t you get it? I understand you without all of the words
just as you understand when I’m mopey and pouting, glaring out of anger, or
exuberantly happy to see you again after the three minutes you were gone to do
switch the laundry.
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I know, communication is a tough one. You don’t know what you want, how you
feel, what you need. Or you know and you’re scared to say it. Or you don’t say what you mean but
rather what you think she wants you to say. Or you don’t say what you feel out of fear of hurting
someone’s feelings. Or you say one
thing and mean another. It’s a
very confusing world you people live in.
So I get it.
Communication is something we’ll keep working on.
Next week’s topic:
Eggshells are for cracking not walking on.
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