Another curious thing that I've discovered during my recent, bachelorhood that I look forward to soon concluding is the increasing frequency I find myself talking to the dog.
I don't mean animated statements designed to compliment him or encourage him to follow me on walks: I mean deep, detailed descriptions of problems, their possible root causes, solutions,
and requests for meaningful feedback!
So far, he hasn't given me any advise I've really felt was valuable, but a few days away from my family seems to have been more of a challenge to remain sane than I ever would have predicted.
Maybe its the paint fumes? Lack of sleep? Not eating anything in the vegetable or fruit food groups? Combination of all?
Please, somebody listen to these dogs and tell me I'm not the only one that hears them coherently communicating:
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