Quickly, before I forget, here’s the conversation I just had with my 6 year-old daughter:
K: I wish that dogs could talk so that I could just tell Kokanee all my problems if I didn’t want to tell anybody else.
Me: Well, you know that even though dogs can’t talk, they are very, very good listeners. So you can always tell Kokanee your problems, if you didn’t want to tell someone else.
Sweet, right? But wait, here’s the best part of the 6yo mind:
What if Kokanee could talk, like in secret, but I didn’t know and then I started telling him my problems — when I started having problems — I would tell him one night and he’d be like, “Muchacho!” like he’s a Spanish dog.
We live in Minnesota. Our dog is part husky, part border collie. He’s named after a Canadian beer. I think that all adds up to Spanish dog, don’t you?
(Also, to all my Spanish speaking friends, please start saying “Muchacho!” when someone tells you their problems. It might not help them, but it would certainly make me laugh!)