Jenny, who is a dog

by Pat J
originally published at 09:02AM on Thursday, December 06, 2007

Jenny, who is a dog, came into the living room, sat down on the floor, and spoke. “What supper?” she said, tail thumping on the hardwood.

I stared at her. “Beg pardon?” I was shocked enough that I actually responded. To a dog. You see the state of mind I was in?

“Supper. Food. What?”

“Uh – ” I’d been making my own dog food, these days. Jenny was old, and store-brand food wasn’t doing her any favours. “Liver and rice, for you,” I said. “I think pizza for me.”

“Good. Liver good,” she said, and trotted off to the dining room.

I went into the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge. As I twisted the cap off, my phone rang.

“Y’ello?”

“Doug?” It was Lisa, my girlfriend. “Uh, Doug, I didn’t know who to call – “

“Calm down,” I said. “Deep breaths. What’s up?”

“Mr. Kit,” she said. “He’s – ” She couldn’t go on.

“He’s talking?” I said, and there was silence on the line. I knew I was right. Mr. Kit, who is a cat, was talking too.

Jenny came into the kitchen and sat on the floor. “Jenny good dog,” she said.

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Comments

  • from Jenunique:

    Oh, I LOVED this!! I always give my animals voices and thought and can just imagine them looking at me one day and commenting, “That is not what I just said.” 20 stars!! ;)

  • from uselessness:

    That’s great! Can’t wait to see what happens next…
    LoA