Clyde and I are in that possibly annoying segment of dog owners who speak conversationally to their dogs. And often if one of us asks the dog a question, the other of us will answer.
Today Clyde told me he had opened a new online account.
Clyde: The secret password is my mother's maiden name.
Me: OK. (Looking at Trio who was sitting at my feet) Trio, what's your mother's maiden name?
Clyde for Trio: Bitch.
