Britney couldn’t decide what to have for lunch. It was a tough choice. She knew she definitely wanted lunch, which was a good start, and a sign that things were getting better. She asked Hannah. Hannah was her dog.

“What should I have for lunch, Hannah?” asked Britney.

Hannah stared at Britney, nonplussed. She did a little shuffle and licked her lips, and yelped very quietly. Not a scared or unhappy yelp. Just a yelp. The sort of yelp that might say “I know you’re asking me a question, but I don’t know what you’re asking, so I’ll just nod and hope for the best.” Hannah didn’t know what lunch was.

Britney remembered that dogs don’t speak Human, let alone English. “Stupid Britney!” she said to herself.

She grabbed her phone and called her friend Carol.

Carol was a dog translator.

“Hey Carol, please could you ask Hannah what I should have for lunch?”

Britney held the phone to Hannah’s ear. Hannah perked up, opened her mouth, salivated, panted, and barked twice. Britney took the phone back.

“Cheese sandwich”, said Carol.