G and I have very regular conversations about our conversations with our dogs. All of my dogs have been and are master communicators. All have had distinct voices. Those of you who have followed this blog for a while, and certainly those who follow Don’t Mess with my Tutu probably have your own notions about how my fur-girls would sound, and I’d love to hear what you hear as you read their posts.
I can’t do this post without hoping in the wayback machine and talking about the boy dogs. While I’m sure some of you think I’m daft, at least I know I’m not alone. A local, blogless friend announced one night that the boys had middle names in her world. What’s interesting is the names she had come up with fit really well with the humanization I’d already conceived…
Fred Aloysius was the canine embodiment of an old Confederate officer, but ironically, I always heard him as James Earl Jones. Usually calm and stoic, Fred was also capable of great rage (directed only at Mugsy and strangers perceived as uninvited guests) and had a deep “ah-wooh” that could literally rattle windows. He was also an imposing physical presence, despite the short legs.
Mugsy Cornelius was also a southern gent, and I think he would have gladly claimed the famous Vanderbilt as his namesake. He was a bit of a scoundrel and a scamp, an endearing bad boy to the end. I heard something like Josh Lucas in Sweet Home Alabama when he talked to me. He was truly a Jack of all trades; he was my sweet boy, his daddy’s fierce hunter, and never met a stranger.
Sissy Joy is a redneck DIVA. Her theme songs are all by Gretchen Wilson, but Ms. Wilson isn’t sweet or DIVA enough to do Sissy’s voice. I hear Heidi Newfield of Trick Pony when Sissy talks. A little sass, incapable of completing a sentence without laughing, but sweet enough to want a love like Johnny & June…
Gretchen Greer is our lady. She’s refined and kind, but she still has that terrier spunk. I hear Sasha Alexander as Caitlin Todd of NCIS fame when Gretchen speaks. Kate was classy, but she also bested her male counterparts on the sparring mat. Gretchie manages to be completely sure of herself without being arrogant or demanding, but she always get her way… always.
Do tell me who would do your pet’s voices, and if you hear something different when my girrls speak!
Happy Dogs on Thursday and little friday. I’ll be doing a separate Thankful Thursday post in a bit.