The boy who cried woof
Most Sun readers likely do not know that I own a dog by the name of Smokey.
He is 2 years of age and a mixture of Labrador retriever and Blue Heeler.
Smokey, it just so happens, is fluent in English.
For example, when I ask him how his day has gone, he tells me, “Rough.”
When I ask him to describe the texture of sandpaper, he says it is, “Rough.”
When I take him along on golf outings and ask him where my normally errant drive has landed, he points and says, “Rough.”
And, when I ask him how vigorously he enjoys playing with me out of doors, he says, “Well, Skip, if it is all the same to you, I would prefer to minimize the risk of injury.”
Skip Corsini, San Carlos
