8/12/2013

Crazy lady

The other day it hit me that people must think I am crazy when I walk down the street.
I've realised I speak to all street dogs I pass. It doesn't matter if they are sleeping and can't hear me or if they are barking at my bells I have around my ankles.
The thing is that I speak with a clear voice. In Swedish.
I say things like "Ligger du här och sover, stumpan." (Are you sleeping, sweetheart) or "Nu ska du väl inte skälla på mig. Vi kan ju bli kompisar du och jag." (If you stop barking we might be friends).
This is my normal walking-talking mode, so if they think I'm crazy I don't care.
I most eyes I look like a Marsian anyway. Tall, bald with white skin. One of a kind, just like everyone else.

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