Getting something in the mail is a lot of fun, isn't it?
What was the last thing you got from the mailman? Maybe a birthday card with money. Maybe you got a postcard from Grandma or a package from your Auntie.
You can't remember what you came into the room for.
That happens with disturbing frequency. Forgetting your glasses, losing your keys - it really bothers you because you're not sure if it's a normal part of aging or something else.
You've always marched to the beat of a different drummer.
When your friends wanted to do one thing, you were the lone voice of dissent. You rocked your own fashion, hair color and makeup, never kowtowing to the crowd or following anyone else.
In the end, your dog always tells you he's happy.
And that's exactly where the communication comes from: the end. His tail goes wild when you come home, when you're going for a walk, giving treats, sharing a heart-to-heart or cooing praise.