Jennie was a docile, loving companion, waiting for him patiently by day in his office until he was ready to go home at night.
He talked to this spaniel quite as he would to a human being (even more intimately, perhaps), taking the dog's glances, tail-waggings, and general movements for answer.

In the morning when he arose, which was often as early as half past four, or even four--he was a brief sleeper--he would begin by pulling on his trousers (he seldom bathed any more except at a down-town barber shop) and talking to Jennie.
"Git up, now, Jinnie," he would say.

"It's time to git up.

We've got to make our coffee now and git some breakfast.

I can see yuh, lyin' there, pertendin' to be asleep.