My beagle can’t seem to get the hang of stairs.
She moves up and down them ok, but if she stops to scratch her ears or something, she’ll sometimes tumble right down! It’s like she forgets where she is.
Lately she has taken up the habit of barking at the stairs before she goes down them. Nothing loud, just a sort of soft “arooo”, as if warning them that she’s coming and not to mess with her.
My dog is not neccesarily dumb but…
He like to roll on food. I gave him a cashew…He takes it in the middle of the floor and rolls on it. He catches bugs, he brings them in the house, kills them, and then rolls on them. Any time we give him a new piece of food he has to roll on it.
He is the mos thick headed dog. He gets excited to see you and there is very little to do to prevent him from jumping up. Previouse dogs, I would bring my knee up to break them of it. This dog thinks thats part of the game. The only thing that I have found is effectiveis to grab him by the head and hold his head down against the carpet. After a second or two he gets the idea that we dont want him to do that, and goes and finds something else to do. He’s 1/4 husky, 1/4 chow, and half Staffishire Terrier. He is brindle, and somewhat pit-bull looking so people kind of get nervious when he does this. We are gradually breaking him of it.
We miss you already Gene…
I have a mutt named Coco, no idea what breeds went into making this dog. I’m not sure if she’s dumb or just exceedingly clumsy.
Once, when I was 14, I had been dropped off at a local park for a Boy Scout meeting. Coco was in the car. As they drove off, I waved. I guess Coco though I was calling her, because immediately after my wave, she leaped from the moving car (only doing 15mph luckily), did about 3 or 4 sommersaults/tumbles, popped back up to her feet and trotted towraed me, tail wagging as if she did that sort of thing all the time.
My favorite, however, is whe I was about 13. We’d had Coco only a year. That first year we had her, every trip to the vet was done in my mother’s 4-door car. We would open one of the rear doors, Coco’s jump in and off we’d go. Taking her in for her yearly check-up, we were going in my father’s car - a 2-door Toyota. I opened the passenger door, pushed the seat down, patted the back seat to show Coco where to jump, and she jumped directly where a 4-door car would’ve had a rear door - head first into the side of the car. She looked like Wile E. Coyote. She hit the car, slid to the ground, then looked up to me with a seeming expression of confused hurt as if to say to me, “You BASTARD! Why’d you close the door?!”
She wouldn’t jump a second time. I had to pick her up and set her in the back seat for the trip to the vet.
My cat Tybalt, who counts as a dog because he’s 24 pounds, comes to me when I call him, and plays fetch (or used to), is dumb as a rock. He’s afraid of his water dish – it’s funny to watch him slink up on it like he’s stalking, then jump at the slightest noise.
He really likes cheese, or at least he thinks he does, so every time I have some out he’ll beg for it. He hasn’t quite figured out how to eat it, though, so he’ll kind of gum it for about an hour before giving up and leaving it in the middle of the floor. But he’ll still beg for more.
He also regularly falls off of chairs, shelves, TVs etc.
My dog, a mutt who looks like a border collie on steroids, is not protective at all. I took him with me on a weekend campout, arriving after everyone else had already set up camp and gone fishing. I set up my tent back in the woods, put a sign on my new boyfriend’s motorhome, asking him to wake me up when they got back, and Lucky and I took a nap in the tent. Note that Lucky knew no one besides me.
I awoke to Art shaking my shoulder. It was after dark. He had walked through crunchy leaves to the tent site, unzipped the tent, come in… he said Lucky just smiled at him.
When I joined the fellows around the campfire, one of them handed me almost $200 and said, “That dog of yours is worthless – we took up a collection. Buy a gun.”
(I didn’t, and continue to rely on luck. You might wonder who the dumb one is here…)
When the Domino’s Pizza ad comes on at the end, there is a door bell ringing and the tag line. My dog barks EVERY TIME he hears that doorbell.
My sister and I have taken to changing the channel when the ad comes on, just cuz we don’t want to rile the dog up.
My dog Gus is a Scottish Terrier. He is so cute, and for the most part he seems pretty smart. There is this one thing that he as done everyday since we got him that proves that he isn’t as smart as he pretends to be.
We have a cat named Curious, and she and Gus don’t get along. So, every night, she will slink out the cat door, which is in the kitchen. Gus will go racing after her and then slide across the kitchen floor, trying to stop, but failing, and slam into the door that the cat door is on. The door is too small for him so he can’t make it out, but he still tries.
So, every night, for the past eight years, we will hear these sounds:
~meow (cat always meows before she goes out the door. Personally, I think that she sits on the other side waiting for the dog to slam into the door.)
~YARPYARPYARPYARP…skid
~BANG!
~arw…