Late Night Musings

So, right now I am sitting in my room with my two dogs, Sugar and Shadow. After an unsettling evening where I was forced to chase my dog Shadow around just to get her outside, I am trying to reconcile why she behaves the way she does.
Shadow came from an abused home before we rescued her, so a lot of the time she behaves irrationally. Although she has improved leaps and bounds since we got her, she still hides from almost everyone when she first meets them and is very skiddish. When we first got Shadow I tried really hard to get her to like me, but shortly after this I went to college, which made it difficult bond with her.
So, when she latched onto me after I moved back home, I was surprised. She started sleeping out in the pool house with me and letting me alone pet her. Of course, lately she's been Daddy's Little Girl, but I digress.
Often times, I sit outside at night, trying to go to sleep, and my brain starts wandering into Weird Land. Many times I have wondered what it would be like if dogs could talk. I look at my dogs and the attitudes on their faces and imagine what they would say in response to what I say to them. For instance, when I say to Shadow in my most sugary-coated voice, "Who's my favorite little baby dog?" I sometimes imagine her saying to me "Shut the hell up. I'm not a f***ing baby, you jerk," or something like that.
I know this is pretty silly, but I think a lot about how cool it would be if dogs could talk. Some people I've talked with have no desire because they imagine the conversation would be boring, but I figure dogs have a lot of insight that we don't. Just think, you don't see the world from 2 feet up. You don't bathe by licking yourself. You don't eat your own poo. They might have some things to say about the way we act.
I know, it's late and I'm being really silly. Just thought I would get some of this off my chest.

