Yes, I talk to my dog.

Today I took Kongo for a long walk on the trails, offleash. It was very cold out, and other than a few snowmobiles, there was nobody around. As we were walking, it dawned on me that the entire time I had been babbling along as if I had been walking with another human. Other than the strange content of which I was talking about, there was no diference. Any passerby surely would have given me an odd look, or in this day and age, assumed I was talking on a cell phone? Without the connection of a leash and my ability to give physical corrections, I conceded to correcting and talking to Kongo with elaborate and drawn out sentences. Because, yes, he understands. Right?

I will write out a few that I found funny.

"You realize you are going completely the wrong way?"

" Kongo, do not eat the birdseed. You are a CAR-NA-VORE. Well, actually you are an omnivore, but still, I doubt birdseed is part of your complete and balanced diet."

"Hun, they put that lovely fence up for a reason, ie, no they DON'T want you in their yard."

"Let's stay on the trail, Ok? It's much nicer over here."

"Yes, I am ABSOLUTELY positive that cat does not want to be your new best friend!"

"Excuse me Mister! When I say come, I expect you to get your butt in motion and come!"

"Less sniffing, more walking."

Ok, and those are only a snippit of our entire "conversation". Yes, I talk to my dog, and yes, I am probably crazy. But that's ok :)

I tried to add a video but blogger decided not to let me. Oh well. It was just of Kongo's very good "come". Which is definately useful when there are snowmobiles buzzing about.