I’m getting a tad bit concerned about my upcoming Praxis 2 exam in Spanish, so hubby suggested I talk to myself in Spanish to practice.  Since I don’t normally talk to myself, I started talking to the dog in Spanish instead.  Well. . .every time I talk to her, she stands stock still and stares at the ceiling (especially funny when I’m pointing to the floor and saying something like “suelo” – the word for “floor”.)  So now I’m talking to her all the time in Spanish, and the poor dog doesn’t know what the heck is going on.  Sometimes she starts getting excited and jumping all over as if she’s looking for something, but in very short order, she’s scoping out the ceiling.  I can’t imagine, but perhaps her first ten months of life (while she was being abused, before we got her) she heard Spanish.  Or maybe she’s just. . .a dog.