The Misbehaving Widow of My Best Friend

I've been all alone in my beach house for 7 months, but very well accompanied by my friend Maiella, a 9-year-old Labrador, widowed for 6 months. Her late husband was an extremely intelligent little dachshund, sure smarter than most human beings, named Café, 8 years old when passed. I will write about his life another time.

Since last spring, Maiella and I have become emotionally close. She suffered a lot over the loss of her partner, the best friend of mine, and would spend hours looking out at the street through the cracks in the gate, like in the hopes or his coming back. As for me, I was quite criticized by a family member for not weeping over the tragic loss of my beloved dog, certainly because she wasn't able to the hard tears that didn't run down my face, rather immediately got petrified in my memory, from where they will never leave.
Thus, reader, you already have good data to infer why Maiella and I now talk so much. We spend all our time together, and she compulsively follows me around the house and the yard, also clearly showing her suffering when I am out.
What do I talk to her about? Maiella listens to me attentively to my words about everything and nothing, always agreeing with my viewpoints, even the most controversial ones, or supporting those controversial views, which I often end up rejecting for changing my mind over my own first opinions. Long live Socratic dialectics!
What? You want to know how I may be aware of her support, since she doesn't speak? It’s so simple, just remember the popular saying: "Silence is consent!"
So it was during one of our loose small talks that my best friend's widow ended up being rude, yes, very, very rude to me! Here in the living room, I was on the couch, she lied on the floor listening attentively as I commented on a BBC video about Gobekli Teppe, that Turkey archaeological site discovered in the 1990s, with buildings that date back to 12,000 (twelve thousand) years, so built about 7,000 years before the first pyramid in Egypt. I was reporting how amazing it is to know about this Stone Age people's achievements, which no expert thought were capable of, since they supposed neolithic populations were capable only of hunting and gathering their means of survival, just as are animals in general do even today, because their low IQ does not allow them to go any further.
As I uttered these last comments, the remote slipped away from my hands and fell to my left, almost going under the sofa. No, I didn't even have to stop talking to catch it, just had twisting my trunk and grabbing it without having to move the furniture.
For just a tiny moment I looked away from Maiella, and still talking about the limits of animal intelligence of Neolithic people, I turned to the right again, as if to know the reaction of who listened to me.
Maiella, the widow of my best friend, had left the room while I was looking for the remote.
She left me talking to myself!