When I Talk to the Animals...
Apr. 27th, 2011 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoutfellowOne of the more obnoxious commenters on the Questionable Content list is bellyaching about Marten talking to himself out loud. His stance appears to be "I don't do that, therefore it is strange and aberrant behavior!" I am devoutly grateful that he has no power over me; he'd lock me up in an instant. (I'm assuming "he"; the handle is a masculine name, at any rate.)
Actually, I could defend myself by saying that I'm not talking to myself; I'm talking to the dogs. Sometimes, when I mislay a book, I'll wander around the house crooning "Boo-ook", with a long "oo"; eventually it usually degenerates into chicken-clucking. Today, I was baking a potato for dinner. Gracie was lying at my feet, and Buster was I didn't know where. As I pulled out the potato and began chopping it up, I cried, "POTATO!"; Gracie began her dance, and Buster came barrelling in from outside.
They only got a little bit of the potato, with scraps of butter and cheese, but they licked the plate with their usual gusto.
Actually, I could defend myself by saying that I'm not talking to myself; I'm talking to the dogs. Sometimes, when I mislay a book, I'll wander around the house crooning "Boo-ook", with a long "oo"; eventually it usually degenerates into chicken-clucking. Today, I was baking a potato for dinner. Gracie was lying at my feet, and Buster was I didn't know where. As I pulled out the potato and began chopping it up, I cried, "POTATO!"; Gracie began her dance, and Buster came barrelling in from outside.
They only got a little bit of the potato, with scraps of butter and cheese, but they licked the plate with their usual gusto.
