Lillie and Gma

Our dog, Lillie, talks to me.  Or rather, she thinks to me.  I never see her lips move.  As far as I can tell, nobody else can hear/feel/receive her.  I’ve even stopped looking around, to see if others perceive anything odd.  I just think back at her.

For example, last week, when we dropped her off at my sister’s house (so Lilly could play with my sister’s dog, Xena, while we were at my grandmother’s funeral), the ~read more~

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