The dog whisperer

A friend's post on Facebook brought to mind a cherished memory.

One day I came home for lunch, and Jethro the hound was sunning himself in the back yard. Reba was in the house begging for a cookie. It's her way of saying, "Welcome home! Now, gimme something."

I told Reba, "Go tell Jethro mom's home."

She ran through the house, out the doggie door and up to where Jethro was sunbathing. She looked like she was whispering something in his ear, and then there they came, trotting into the house.

And I thought, "Move over, Cesar. There's a new dog whisperer in town."