Some of my friends have picked up on the fact that I talk to Molly just like she is a regular friend of mine. Why wouldn't I? Molly knows me better than anyone else and she is my best friend. We have regular conversations (as long as I can interpret her woofs, growls, and barks), she gives great advice, and she is a great listener without interrupting me.
Molly and I do have our disagreements but those are usually quickly settled. One morning this week our conversation went something like this. "C'mon Molly. We are going inside now."
"Woof." (No, I am not ready yet. I need to go sniff in that corner of the yard.)
"C'mon Molly. I'm not bull shittin'. We are going inside."
"Wwrroof." (Oh, alright.)
I actually won that argument.
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