She is a Maltese/Chihuahua cross. I talk to her all the time and everyone thinks I am bonkers. Hmmm, maybe there is something in that.
She knows when I am having a real bad day and follows me and jumps at the back of my legs.
We have a big outside dog too. A bitza, bitz of this and bitz of that, cross breed, they got her from the pound. She is getting on to 8 years old now, going grey around the muzzle just like me. She knows when I am having a bad day too.