by Mason Santos
A short play for my English class, my dog learns to talk
|3-25-07 Levi Grudzinski
Period 1 Hon. English
The setting is in the living room of my house. The pet is my 5 year old Border Collie named Synder. We have just entered the living room after Synder has been swimming in the lake.
Levi: Come on Synder, lets get you dried off.
Synder: I said… what. Hey, I said… what. I said what I said what yes I finally did it isn’t it great?
Synder: No what?
Levi: Ok, what is going on?
Synder: Alright, just give me the benefit of the doubt ok?
Synder: I have been absolutely dying to communicate with you and mom. You see now that I can speak, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been intelligent during my life. In fact I bet their is a lot of things that you would like to ask me.
Levi: Ok, what are you saying to other dogs when you bark out the car window?
Synder: Hey baby! what do you think?
Levi: Does a dog wagging its tail really mean it’s happy?
Synder: No it’s what we do when we are working fiber through our system. Come on I know Levi. Ask some questions with some meaning. Just in case this goes away.
Levi: What do mean?
Synder: I’m going to return to my previous statement: shoot.
Levi: Alright, why is it that if you are sleeping next to me or sitting on my lap, and I am petting you but then I stop, you go crazy and get very needy and clingy?
Synder: Why would I want you to stop petting me?
Levi: You know theirs something deeper there, with a that look in your eye. And you wanted me ask you something serious.
Synder: Alright, alright. I came to our home when I was just four months old. My previous owner, Maude was a very lovely old lady. She would hold me every night before she went to bed like the baby I was, and still am. During the snow I sat on her while she gently stroked my neck. Just as I was falling asleep, the fingers that were running through my fur slowed, and then stopped. Wanting her to start again, I rolled off her lap and looked in her face. There was nothing in her eyes, and nothing in her. I went up for adoption and you and mom finally adopted me two weeks later. I don’t like the petting to stop, because I think of when it never came again.
Levi: Synder, I see. I’ll pet you all you want.