Clear Communication

I couldn't love Shea more. I often catch myself looking at him with pride. The same pride that I hope to some day view my own children with. There are only a few things that remind me that he is not a child birthed from my womb.

The four legs, fur covered body, and long tail are really the extent of it. On top of that, I had always questioned his form of communication. But tonight, it seemed to come full circle.

Shea Speaking

When Shea decided he had had enough of laying on the couch with Jeff and I, he went and laid down in the corner. A few minutes later, he began crying and whining. I accredited it to the fact that he wasn't getting all of the attention anymore. Jeff and I continuously inquired about what was wrong, but for some reason, Shea would not answer us.

Finally, after my heart breaking off in small pieces for too long, Jeff and I asked Shea to come here. Once he did, he opened right up. This time when we asked him what was wrong, he gave us a nice, clear answer. He laid down and let out a brilliant fart, letting us know exactly the pains of his whining. He needed to go and he needed to go now!

Communication at it's finest!