My sister, Sunny, is what you could call a talking dog. She is thirteen years old and it seems that the older she gets, the more she talks.
Sunny definitely has a language all her own with her long drawn out vocalizations that sometimes turn into barks, the more insistent she gets. Usually, she does most of her talking when she wants something or she has the urge to go outside and she will go up to Wen, give her a meaningful look, and begin to talk. If Wen doesn’t make a move to go fill our food bowls or open the patio door to let her out, Sunny quickly becomes more passionate with her talking and she turns up the volume until she gets some results.
Even though Sunny doesn’t converse with words, she knows how to make her needs known and her talking, in addition to her very expressive face, seems to be working well for her!
