I suppose so because I really can't figure out how I'm standing here talking to a dog. Or even more, why I'm not questioning whether or not I'm actually talking to a dog or to a man who's gone completely off his rocker.
My reasonin' there would be that you've had some experiences that maybe make you a little less closed-minded than your average person, and that ain't a bad thing.
Fine folks, I'm sure. I'm nothin' like that though. It's just convenient every now and again to have opposable thumbs. Talkin' don't hurt too much either.
[Ah. Right. Mind the eye contact, Lizzy. Remember, he's a dog...]
Do you not have a pack? Or...litter mates? [She wasn't sure what the correct terminology would be. Was he a wolf? Was he a puppy? ...no, definitely not a puppy.] I'm assuming you were recently separated.
[ So long as they both understand one another he's not too fussy about terminology, actually. ]
Got some friends and distant relatives 'round and about these here parts, kind of why I decided to relocate. But that ain't really the same thing as bein' properly settled.
What does "properly settled" mean in this context? A collar with a name tag, rabies shot, and a microchip? [She paused for a moment, then grinned a bit wickedly.] Neutering?
The keyword here, then, is people? If you're wanting to build human relationships, that should be easy enough to accomplish. You seem like a very nice man...dog. Person. [Mandogperson? Yes, she was really going to have to get her descriptions in order. But oh well...no harm, no foul.]
And look, you've already started with me. [She held out her hand then, which is something she probably should have done from the very beginning.] I'm Elizabeth, but people call me Eliza or Lizzy.
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