Smart but Evil

Let me first say that my dog doesn’t understan English. I know this. But living by myself, I’ve discovered that I can either talk to myself (and let me tell you, I might listen to my own advice, but it really is a crap shoot) or I can talk to the dog and feel slightly less insane. Only slightly. But it’s a vast improvement over the usual insanity going on in my head. Most conversations end up with her looking at me like this:

No, Xavi, I'm not kidding.