I often have animated conversations with my dog. She’s a very accepting audience, and it clears my head to talk out loud to someone other than myself.
The longer I live and work alone, the more double-sided these solo conversations become. It’s sort of like playing with a marionette. I ask the questions and I provide the answers. It can go something like this:
(Me to my dog) “Didn’t I just buy you a bag of dog food? Where did it all go?”
(My dog to me) “Guess we should get the bigger bag next time, it’ll last longer.”
(Me to her) “Oops, we’re almost out of biscuits, too. You’re going to have to get a job to pay for all of this.”
(Her to me) “At least one of us should be working.”