The Talking Dog

“I didn’t want to say anything before, because you always seemed so busy. But now that you’re here, I feel like it’s the perfect time to finally let you know.”

Mrs. Thompson stared at Max for a moment, trying to process what was happening. “I can’t believe it… my dog is talking to me!”

Max smiled and said, “Well, I may be a dog, but I’ve got a lot to say. You talk to me all the time, so why can’t I talk back?”

For the next few days, Mrs. Thompson was both amazed and amused by Max’s newfound ability. She would ask him simple questions, and to her delight, Max would respond with thoughtful and witty answers. He’d offer his opinion on the weather, give advice on household chores, and even comment on the food she made for dinner.

One morning, as they sat in the kitchen, Max looked up at Mrs. Thompson with a serious expression. “I think we need a change around here,” he said.