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"Freshness dated" for your viewing pleasure: 5:44 AM 12/30/97
"Ian", he said, "please take me for a walk."He paused, as if he were looking for an excuse to say that. He found one. "I need exercise" Then I started laughing. It was uncontrollable laughter, like the kind you get watching a hilariously funny movie. I was rolling around on the floor (still laughing), and my dog persisted to sit there, and look at me, as if I were some insane maniac. Finally, I stopped laughing. "You didn't just speak, did you?", I asked. "Yes, I did.", he replied. "You should come to expect that from me from now on." "Could you ever talk before?", I asked again. "Yes.", he replied. "All dogs always could. Except now, we've all decided to come out and talk. I find it a very straightforward way of asking for things, and communicating in general. It's so much better than barking and whimpering."
"Oh," I said, still a little stunned. From then on I began to accept the fact that my dog could talk. He wasn't lying, because all the dogs on my block, even the stray ones, were talking. I found out many things about my dog, and so did everyone else.
So now people know that they have a lot in common with dogs, know more about dogs, and can actually call dogs "man's best friend".
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