Here is a sampling of the things I say to Marley:
- This is my breakfast. That's your breakfast over there (pointing to his food bowl).
- Be a good boy for Mommy today. I'll see you tonight, Marley.
- Slow down, stay with me.
- It's alright Marley, that little one is just afraid of you.
- Don't be looking for sticks, play with dogs.
- Leave that stick alone. You don't want to get sick again.
- Let's go. All the way through, Marley. All the way through (running through the intersection). Good boy.
- You're such a good boy. You're my good dog.
- This is your kind of weather, isn't it Marley?
- What are you thinking? What do you see? What do you smell? (as he sits at the end of the street, looking into the distance)
- You're just waiting for your dog buddies, aren't you (sitting in the street late at night)?
- Let's go home and see Debbie. [I know he understands this.]
- Finish your rice (as I point to his food bowl). [He knew what I meant and ate more rice.]
I forget what the subject was. Debbie said, "he doesn't understand that." I replied, "if any dog would understand, it would be Marley." She said, "you're right."
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