Chances are that the best convesations I have on a daily basis are between The Beans and me.
(The Beans=Bailey=The Dog, FYI)

This morning, I was “meh”-ey and she can tell.  She brought me my favorite toy (and yes, she does know some of her toys and provided she has not chosen the toy to play with, she will get you a specific toy if you ask her) and sat next to me while I dried my hair.

When it was time for her breakfast, she stands/sits next to her bowl and waits for me to let her eat.  People who watch her do this trick are amazed, as more often then not, Bailey marches to her own drummer.
A lot of people think it’s weird that I talk to my pets (and plants) and they always joke, “If they start answering you, it’s a problem…” but they don’t understand The Beans’ and my language.
I like to make her sit for breakfast and wag her tail to talk to me.  Sometimes we talk about logical things but it’s mostly nonsense (”Well B, I do not know where I am going to find a ball of twine that large, but I’ll try.  Will you take two smaller balls that would equal a large one? ” *wag* “OKay, but no promises.”  *head tilt, slight wag*)

So this morning, we’re talking while I prep The Crock-Pot Dinner of the Week.

“You’re so pretty!”
*wag*
“You are, you’re so very very pretty!”
*wagwagwagwag**trot over and give a quick kiss before the kitties get in her dish**trot back to dish*
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
*wagwag*
“I wish I was as pretty as Bailey.”
*wag*
“Am I as pretty as you are?”
*little tailtip waggle*
“Am I prettier then you?”
*WAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWAG*
“You always know what to say, don’t you.”
*smile**wagwag*   (yes, B does really smile.)
“Go ahead, have your breakfast.”
*nomnom nom nomnomnom nomnom nom*
“Love you.  You’re such a good girl!”
*wag*