"God already!" I groaned rolling over to shut off the alarm. Why does it always have to go off right when my dreams getting good. Stretching I rolled out of bed and began to navigate my way to the bathroom.

        "Ouch"

       "Shit, sorry Sam, didn't mean to kick you." Sitting down on the toilet it hit me; I think I need extra strong coffee this morning I could have sworn Sam said ouch when I kicked him. Flushing the toilet I made my way to the sink, splashing cold water on my face, I decided my imagination was working overtime. Dogs can’t talk, or should I say they can’t say human words.

       Laughing at myself I put the pot of coffee on and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Lighting a cigarette I peeked out of the curtains to see what kind of day it was going to be.

       "Dress warm it's going to rain."

       "Who's there?" I screeched wrapping my robe tightly around myself, scanning the room for a weapon.

       "Relax Tina it’s me."

       Realizing the voice was coming from the vicinity of my feet I glanced down and all I saw was Sam, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, smiling at me. Collapsing onto the bed, I tried to finish my cigarette in one drag. "Pinch me someone, I have to be dreaming. Ouch! Why did you nip my ankle Sam?"

       "You said to pinch you so I did" Sam grinned up at me.

       "What the hell is going on here, dogs can't talk!"

       "Says who?"

      Sitting there with my mouth hanging open, I couldn't answer him. Uncontrollable giggles started spewing out of my mouth, the harder I tried to stop, the more I laughed.

       "What so funny?" Sam asked jumping on the bed to lick the tears that were streaming from my eyes.

       "What’s so funny! I don't know I should be screaming not laughing. Maybe somebody drugged me when I was sleeping.., that’s it. I’ve been drugged" Breaking out into giggles again, I held onto Sam for dear life.

       'Nobody drugged you and would you please loosen your grip, you’re choking me."

   "Sorry" I said loosening my grip. "Well then smart ass, if I wasn’t drugged then why am I hearing voices?"

       "You’re not hearing voices, you’re hearing me. I’ve always talked to you but you never listened, now you are, and I’m not going to argue."

       "This isn’t making sense, I need my coffee and another cigarette. Excuse me." What the hell am I doing telling a dog to excuse me. I grabbed my cigarettes and headed for the coffee pot. Hands shaking, I poured a cup and sat down at the table. Maybe I’m not dreaming I thought maybe this is happening all over, if it is it will be on the news. Crossing my fingers I turned on the radio.

       "Reports from dog owners around the world are coming in. Their pets are talking to them. We are contacting authorities to try and get official confirmation of this phenomenon. Stay tuned for updates."

       "At least I know I’ not going crazy."

       "I could have told you that" Sam stated as he made his way into the kitchen. "Hey aren’t you going to feed me, I’m getting hungry?"

       "Oops sorry Sam. Why do I think you’re talking is going to be a pain in the ass."

       "I think I’m going to enjoy it" Sam chuckled as he settled in to chopping down his breakfast. "By the way I think you should buy me tastier dog food. I’d like to try that new pedigree I saw on t.v. last night."

       "Do you have any idea how much that stuff costs, are you crazy?"

       "Please" Smiling up at me with a mouthful of dog food.

       "Don’t talk with food in your mouth it’s rude." God now I’m trying to teach him table manners.

       "Sor.."

       "Shh the broadcasters on again" I said as I turned up the radio.

       "We’ve just received official word from the government; the reports are true dogs all over the world have started to talk. They think it was caused by Cathy’s comet that passed by the planet last night. Never before has one come so close to the earth and they think it has something to do with dogs finding their voices. There have been no reports of any other animals being able to communicate with us. They are saying that dogs can because of all the time they spend close to us. This is amazing folks! Just think of the possibilities. We are arranging an interview with some of the dogs that station employees own so say tuned."

       "Possibilities, ya I can see it now Sam; dog radio, dog t.v., what do you think of that boy." I said as I reached down to scratch his neck.

       "Do you really think so? That would be great. Would you mind scratching a little lower. Ahh.., that’s better, thanks."

       "Now I’m taking orders from you, I think we will be having a who’s the boss talk real soon. I have to get dressed, stay here I’ll be right back."

       "Why do I have to say here I always watch you get dressed?"

       "Because now that you can talk I’ll feel funny getting dressed in front of you that’s why! Besides you’re still a dog I don’t have to explain my self to you. Just wait here, got it?"

       "Yes boss," chuckling as he tried to salute. Trying to hide my grin I went back to the bedroom to get dressed, shutting the door behind me. Sitting on the bed, I tried to make sense out of what was happening, but I couldn’t. It was beyond me. Oh my God. I better call Jamie, her three dogs are probably driving her crazy. I reached for the phone just as it started to ring. “Hello?" The ringing didn’t stop when I picked up the phone. Realizing I was under the covers and it wasn’t the phone it was the alarm I laughed. "It was a dream, dogs can’t talk, thank God!"

       "Of course dog’s can’t talk" Patch purred as she cleaned her paw." Everyone knows that!"