I looked down. My dog was panting.
“That’s right. You’re inside my mind.”
“This can’t be real,” I said, rubbing the fresh bump on my head.
“It sure is, pal. By the way, why Fido?”
“It was my daughter’s idea. How are you able to think these things?”
“Truth is, we dogs mentally converse all the time.”
“I thought that’s what barking is for?”
“Nah, we bark for your sake, since humans and cats are too dumb to use their minds.”
“Too dumb? We’re the dominant species!”
“Really? When was the last time I picked up your poop?”