My friend keeps insisting that I know how to do this, but I don’t. I have no idea what he’s trying to get me to do. One thing I do know is that he is definitely trying to tell me something. I just wish I knew what he was saying.
You see, my friend and I do not bark the same way with our tongue. I have sort of a licky, slobbery speech while my pal does more whistling than anything else. And since I never really sat down and taught my friend how to make the clear speech, we’ve always had this issue when it comes down to deciding who made the mess in the sofa room this time.
Right now we’re discussing something about where I’m supposed to be. At least I think that’s what it’s about. I just don’t know where that is. And then again, I could be wrong.
My friend keeps pointing at the sofa like I’m supposed to be there, but when I jumped up there, he started pointing at the ground. So I went there. But then there was more pointing at the sofa and more whistles and sounds.
The longer this goes on, the more I’m left confused. It’s not getting any clearer and my friend is making even funnier sounds now. It is sort of getting strange, and it’s hard for me not to laugh. Perhaps if I wasn’t baffled by this mystery, I’d have a good laugh.
Now that I think about it, my friend sounds really funny when he laughs. It sounds more like he’s sniffing or snorting really hard. I remember when it first happened, I thought he was sniffing for some delicious foods. But he was actually laughing. It took a few times before I figured it out, but it was made clear when I chased my tail and he wouldn’t stop doing that because he was happy.
So I figured I’d give it a try again. Perhaps a good tail chase would decipher this puzzle. The results were different this time. Rather than making the snorting sounds, he just reached up at the ceiling and grunted like he was trying to grab an idea or something.
I have concluded that we are at an impasse. We cannot speak the same ruffs nor can we bark the same message. As a result, I shall remain here, chewing on the sofa cushions until he figures out how to let me know what I’m supposed to be doing.