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).