It’s like talking to a toddler who understands half of what you’re saying — the tilt of her head, the confused blinking, and that little sigh that says, “Human, you make no sense.” Still, I keep explaining like she’s taking notes.
Whether it’s why she can’t have another treat or why the mailman isn’t a threat, she listens so intently it almost feels like she gets it. Her patience is impressive… most of the time.
Then, of course, she walks away mid-conversation, completely unimpressed. But that’s okay — we both know she’s the one who really runs the house.
