To be honest some pets don’t need language to communicate. Gus, a rough haired Daschund Jack Russell cross manages superbly without.
He decides the walks, guides me to the basket of toys in the house and when outside leads me to the basket with tennis racquet and balls at the ready.
If he could talk, I don’t think I’ve missed much!
He does a little dance as I place his dinner on the tiled kitchen floor. He leaps at the door as I unlock it and unbolt it. His joy on a walk is very obvious too. He rolls over and over and leaps up with his wet nose to touch my hand and let me know his thoughts and feelings.
Once let out he does the security circuit around the spacious and varied garden. Once we’ve all had breakfast he can dedicate free time, spending the morning gazing up at trees most likely to home squirrels! Yes, really. He is very focused! (his favourite walk in London is Kensington Gardens, with its well spaced trees, giving the squirrels there a run for their money!
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