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.
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).