The Talking Dog

"Where do you want to go?" the girl asked the dog. "I don't know." the dog answered. The girl jumped, shocked that the dog could talk. "You can talk?!" the girl asked in surprise. "Yes, and I've been wanting to tell you to stop trying to walk me four times per day. I'm honestly sick and tired of it. I don't need much exercise." "How are you able to talk?" the girl asked. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you clearly don't understand that I don't need as many 'walkies' as you think I do. So I needed to tell you." "Does your owner know you can talk?" the girl asked, squatting down to study the dog. "Why are you not listening to me?," the dog said and continued: "It's not about my ability to talk! It's about YOU wanting to walk me every goddamn five minutes. Can't an old dog have snooze anymore?" "It's unbelievable." the girl said, still staring at the dog in disbelief. "Yes it is, if you are talking about how many times a day you put that stupid leash on me." "Am I going crazy?" the girl asked with a perplexed look on her face. "One day I honestly thought you were with all those walks. But I'm glad we've had this talk. Now take me home." the dog said.