After loving my dog and house training him and the two of us learning about each other for the past two years, I am amazed at how well my dog and I communicate with each other. Lewis tells me when he wants his food bowl filled. He tells me if he wants water. He tells me when he needs to go outside and he tells me when it is time for bed. Honestly, I can pick up on what he is saying to me better than anyone else in the family. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that he communicates with me. Something transpired between us the other night that had me laughing.
It was late at night (about 11 PM) and Lewis came up to me while I was sitting in the recliner. He actually put his paws up on the chair and got eye to eye with me. He was giving me the classic puppy dog eyes look. I knew he didn't want to go outside because I had just let him in. I said, "Lewis, are you hungry? I am not feeding you this late at night."
He got down from the chair and walked over to the couch and stood there and looked at me again.
"What is it Lewis? What do you want?" I asked.
He just stood there.
I remembered that just a little while ago, he had looked longingly at the fuzzy red blanket that was folded in the chair in the corner. That fuzzy red blanket used to be draped across the couch. Now there was only the blue comforter. It had been rather chilly outside and the fuzzy red blanket was a better choice for warmth. It hit me! Lewis wanted me to put the fuzzy red blanket back onto the couch so he could lie on it. It was our nighttime routine that while I sat up in the living room, he curled up on the couch until I would go to bed, taking him with me.
"Lewis! Do you want me to spread the fuzzy red blanket out for you? Ok." I took the fuzzy red blanket and spread it out. Lewis promptly jumped onto the couch, curled up and lay down on the fuzzy red blanket. It was truly what he was asking me for.
I looked over at my 15 year old son, who had been in the room with us the entire time. His jaw had dropped. "Are you kidding me??" he asked.
"What?" I asked."That's what he wanted. He told me he wanted to lie down on the fuzzy red blanket. Look, he just came in from outside and he wants to get warm. That old blue comforter isn't really warm to lie on."
My son replied, "What a spoiled dog! I can't believe it."
I laughed. "I guess I can speak Dog."
