Day 235- Perro Bilingue

The saga of our "child rearing" practice continues...

It turns out that Tom and I are really great "parents."  Our dog is bilingual.  Yup, we're pretty pleased with ourselves about this one.

Our General LOVES to talk walks.  He loves them so much that sometimes he'll run into the kitchen and tug at his leash in the hopes that we will get with the program and take him out for a walk.  When Tom turns to him and says one of his most favorite phrases in the whole world, "Wanna go for a walk," he explodes with happiness.  This is funny and cute... but it can get a little out of hand at times.  If you ask that dog if he wants to go for a walk, you better mean it.

In order to avoid issues and false alarms, Tom has started spelling out the word as if we have a toddler on our hands.  He'll casually say, "I think maybe General and I will go for a W-A-L-K later."  We share a secret smile and look at our silly clueless puppy.  Well, we used to.  Then, somehow, General learned to spell.  Kids sure do grow up fast, don't they?

In order to solve our newest problem, we decided that we had to move from spelling to Spanish. 

"¿Quiere pasear?"  "¿La caminata?"   

This worked well for a few days.  However, it turns out that between our excellent parenting skills and our genius child's talent/skills, it only took General a few days to learn Spanish.  Ahhh... a curse and a blessing.  When we realized that General was now responding to Spanish as well, I almost peed my pants laughing.  We spent the rest of the night subtitling his every move in his newly learned language and chuckling at how terribly clever we are. 

Oh, and don't worry, the puppy got his walk.

Thank you, perro bilingue, you made my day.


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