🐕✨ A Talking Dog…

Yep… I said it.

A talking dog.

And before you start looking at me sideways, let me tell you—I’m not making this up. It was real as life itself. Not a dream. Not something I conjured up in my imagination.

We had a conversation.

A real, honest-to-goodness, two-way conversation.

I could see him as clearly as I can see these letters dancing across the page right now, turning themselves into words. I remember looking at him, and somehow, in that strange little moment between ordinary life and something altogether different, he talked… and I listened.

Now here’s the peculiar part.

I don’t remember a single thing we said. 😂

Not one word.

But I remember the feeling of it.

I remember the atmosphere hanging in the air like an old song you can’t quite remember the lyrics to. I remember the nuances. The expressions. The unmistakable feeling that there was something being communicated between us.

And I distinctly remember a little chagrin coming from him.

Yes… chagrin.

As if this dog had been trying to explain something to me for quite some time and was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to catch on.

And then… poof.

The conversation disappeared into the mysterious attic of my mind.

The words are gone, but the memory remains.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s what makes certain moments magical. Maybe we aren’t always meant to remember the words. Maybe we’re meant to remember how something made us feel.

And maybe, just maybe, that little dog had something profound to tell me…

Or perhaps he was simply trying to explain that I had been feeding him the wrong kind of treats. 😂🐾

Either way, I still think about him.

And somewhere in that great mysterious place where forgotten conversations go, I imagine he’s still waiting patiently for me to remember what the heck we were talking about.

Maybe some mysteries aren’t meant to be solved. Maybe they’re meant to make us smile. ✨

Donna

P.S. Prompt fairy you are one of my bestest friends..🥰