haha that reminds me of when the simpsons got that monitor that translated maggie''s squeels. I don''t think I need a machine to tell me what Amber''s saying-I can read her like a book. Stand beside door-she wants to go to the garden. Standing beside food bowl-feed me. Stand beside kitchen door-I want to go upstairs to you bed. hehe should have designed one of these machines myself
This is sorta changing the direction of this thread...Sorry...but last night, I had the girls tucked in bed. Surrounded by a large bolster pillow and covered with their blankets. They were zombies...all warm and drug like state. They usually will stay tucked in until morning. So I was tip toeing to bed...when I realized Hubbys coat was in the dryer.
Made a quik stop and I removed it from the dryer, the other part of the house...and guess what happened? The girls bounded out of bed, shook and their collars made noise, ready to go for a daddy walk. THEY KNOW THE COAT means walk. There I stood in the dark...amazed how smart these kids are. And mad that I was toasty and step away from my bed. Out in the cold we had to go. Had to reward their intelligence.
You all have the same thing I am sure...car keys...leash...can openers...the sound of the SUV hatch opening...Dogs communicate with us on so many levels...they need not verbalize. But mine do verbalize a moaning low howl wooooo to tell me things. §
Oh and Mazie comes running when she hears me crack hard boiled eggs. She knows she will get a bite. My parrot, Taco, also starts yelling. What a noise level that is. He also wants some egg.
My dog is a barker. But I know when there''s someone at the door. He barks a certain way. I ask hubby can''t you tell the difference of his bark? Nope. I swear I can totally read my dogs barks and moods just by looking at his face.
Our kids barks are different too~for squirrels...people...distant noises like booms...and then the play bark.
One of my children ripped her toenail off...has to be confined for a period of time. Wanted to eat grass while out on one of her walks. Didn''t want her on her feet too long, so I gathered the grass and took it back to her pen for her. I got back to the yard work and the other kid came running up to me, shoved her noise in my whazoo...and sat. I tried to continue what I was doing got another shove and realized she was saying, What about me? Where is my grass? So out we went to the same place, plucked a handful, took it back to her bed, near the pen of the other one...content and happy.
And hubby said, How ever did you know what she was saying? I am her Mommie. That''s why.