My dog talks to me during the day. Not the way the Oreos talk to me when I am alone in the house; she makes sounds that other people can hear,
a rrrrwaRrr rRwaaarrr rwwaRRaar.
I am pretty sure I know what she is trying to “say”: “… hey there, Mrs. More-Highly-Evolved-Mammal, how about you back away from the computer and use those opposable thumbs of yours to hook the leash on this here collar and take me for a little walk around the neighborhood????”
I may not be clear on all the subtle nuances, but I am fairly certain of the main idea. One look at her long face and I don’t even need to hear the words.
Which reminds me of an old joke: a writer asks “What time is it? and the dog answers “Now, now, now, now, now!!” There is no past or future for the dog, it is always now. Always a good time for a walk, even when we just returned from one.