As I was licking my bowl clean, making sure there was nothing left, I heard Carly say somthing, wait, no, I understood her. “Ha Ha, you missed your face silly!” I looked up at her and cocked my head to one side. I started talking to her, “Wait, I understand you? How can I? Who are you?” She suddenly turned pale and went upstairs. Saying to herself, “Okay, the therapist said I was going to imagine things… It’s okay Carly. Dogs don’t talk” I whined, I didn’t want her to think she was going crazy. So I stopped. But I didn’t stop wondering. Hmmm, was it actually possible for me to run that fast? And was it even normal for dogs to start understanding the human language? I dozed off by Carlys side later that night. Then I heard something downstairs. I went downstairs to see why her dad was up but was caught by surprise when I saw two guys dressed in all black going through their stuff. I ran back upstairs to Carly without them spotting me.