Our dog Jack has quite varied vocabulary to tell us his thoughts. There is the loud and rapid “woo-woo-woo” as he belts down the hall to tell us that there is someone at the door or that the paper/post/takeaway has arrived. Then there strangled yelp that says “I recognise that person who has just arrived and it means I going for a walk” and his pathetic whimper that means “can I have a bonio?” (He never says please.)
But the most familiar is his cross bark. This is the one he uses usually when Mrs P leaves the house and translate as “how dare you go out without taking me with you”. It was only the other day that the penny dropped at to what might be going on in his doggy brain. Whenever he and Mrs P go out, the only place they go is to walk somewhere leafy where he can scurry about in the undergrowth on the hunt for interesting smells or small furry creatures for him to chase.
She doesn’t take him to the supermarket or the garden centre or the hairdressers or all the other places that Mrs P might leave the house to visit. We figure the reason he’s so cross is because he thinks she is sneaking off for a walk in the country on her own. Maybe we should take him to Morrisons or the Trafford Centre to show him that there is more to life than hedgerows.