Having been here for a mere 3.5 days, he has already mastered the doodie pan and slept through the night in his doggy cage (on my bed, beside me, lest he freak out.)
He’s still a bit vague on the whole “walk” concept, prefering to ride instead, but I’m sure that will come soon.
Our dog protects the house by barking at polar bears or any other animal that it sees on the TV. It also protects us by barking at the washing machine and the vacuum cleaner. Loyal and brave, yes, but not in the running for smartest dog ever.
Currently Benny the Bunny is grudgingly accepting of Voltaire, but I’m sure he’ll warm up soon. He’s a really Bunny’s Bunny, but I feel a leap accross the species barrier is only days away.
Fortunatly, even when Voltaire is a big dog, he’s not going to be a very big dog. About 12 lbs. My sofa cushions should survive.
Oh, and Zenster, I’m madly in love with my dog. The SO is managing so far…
Has he learned how to get out of a locked and running car, though? Mine has… (but nobody cared :::sniff:: – so he’ll have to throw down the gauntlet and make a Doggy IQ Challenge.
Guinness will take his blanket, and try to cover Bailey up as a part of their play. Guinness and Bailey also TALK to each other. Yes, talk. They lay down on the ground, head to head, and make chortling noists; thing is, each one takes a turn and chortles for a few seconds, stops, and waits for the other to start.
Guinness and Bailey do reverse retrieves, which is something o a Portie trait. Take a toy, have the pooches do a sit-stay, hide the toy somewhere in the house, come back, and release. They’re off and running, and they won’t return until they find the toy.
Flash, the World’s Best Dog ™ can be scarily intelligent. A few years ago, I told him to go find his ball. He looked all over the room (excited 'cause he knew we were going to play fetch), but couldn’t find it.
I said, “Well, don’t look at me. Maybe you left it in the computer room?”
He jumped up and shot into the computer room, and came out a few seconds later, ball in mouth.
The thing is, I never trained him to know that the first bedroom is the computer room!
Every now and then, I’ll look over at him and tell him I KNOW that he can understand every word I tell him. He plays dumb, though. He knows he’s got a cushy job, and if I know he can understand me, I’ll have him doin’ all sorts of menial tasks.
THAT’S a smart dog.
Damn… I want a puppy again. I miss that smell- there’s something about the smell of a puppy (well, as long as it’s clean).