Last five minutes of your movie? Miguel Cabrera up to bat? Last ten pages of your novel? Just got comfy and half-asleep?
I'M STARVING FEED ME LET ME OUT!
Just started doing dishes? Coloring your hair? Writing a poem?
Translation: "I love you, Mom!"
Shay: Awww. I love you too, Bosco! What would I do without you, huh?
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For Mama Zen's Words Count at Real Toads. She asks for a little personal weirdness. I have regular conversations with my dog Bosco. I often handle both ends of it.