Charades

I wish I could speak people. People speak people and I speak dog. I speak Labrador to be exact which is a dialect of dog, and as I have found out by trying to bark at other dogs, not all dogs speak Labrador.
I discovered this through going to the dog park and on my walks where there is only one lab to talk to. The rest of the dogs are two Australian Shepard's that I really don't have any idea what they are saying but it is just fun to listen to their accent. Then there is a dog from Europe that speaks a completely foreign language all together.
My people and I do communicate but it is kind of a game. It takes them forever sometimes to figure out what I want. I have figured out that if I nag them enough though eventually they get it. This is really rough on a guy, especially when you gotta go pee!
Mom used to understand Labrador when she and I hung out all the time, but now she leaves two, three or more times a week and she doesn't have the time to practice understanding my language. She still gets some basic language that I use but I have to throw in some charades to get my point across.
Dad, he is hopeless. I mean, he thinks everything I say to him either means I have to pee or I want to do for a walk. I will hand it to him though, at least he tries to understand me, well sometimes.
That brings me to Grandma. With grandma I try to keep it simple, I either have to pee, want my treats or someone is driving up the driveway. See grandma is busy most of the time, either in the kitchen or her "no Coal" room. Or she is driving here or there. I am not allowed to go with her in her car. Something about black hair and smell.
Well it is time for my doggie treat. I need to take the position on my rug so I don't miss my cue.