The conversation continues, not just with animals but, with, inanimate objects. Sometimes we just want to talk to something. Not all will listen but the talk is still desired.
From Walter Brennan's, "Gunfight At the OK Corral", Conversation With A Gun", adapted from his recording for Q use.

spoken:

Speak up you rusty forty five
How many can you name
That you faced and left alive
How many hit the dust left lying in the street
Did you get them in the back
Or did you face them on their feet

Oh yes you had your day,
You were known for slinging lead
Those behind you laughed and shouted
"Those in front of you, fell dead"

There was Injun Joe and Curly Bill
And a lawman or two.
There was "Utah Pete" and "One Eyed jack",
To mention just a few

So won't you tell me how you feel
Now that your battles have been won
Speak up, we've no secrets,
For I am the man and you're the gun

Yes you're the gun that tamed the west,
And I am the last one the you faced
The one who owned you then,
He was beaten and disgraced

Yeah they cheered me and they wined me
The day I shot him down
I was their hero,
Heard my praises echoed through that western town

Ah, but then although I beat you,
Young man standing tall
I placed you in my holster
You became my own downfall

There in the next fight he got me,
Left me wounded, no longer young
But it wasn't him that beat me,
It was you, yes you, "The Gun"

So go on, hang there on the wall
Ignore me, see if I care.
I'll just wheel myself over to the window here,
Get myself a breath of fresh air

To every young gunman,
That comes calling I'll tell em how you won.
Let them gaze upon the victor
You, yes you, the gun!

(Yes, you, the gun)