Oh, one of those. I have the same Mom. Never mind, carry on.
I pity that dog.
So does that Boston. Right in the front of his yappy little head. Right :smack:
(I keed, I keed. I may loathe the dog, but I wouldn’t smack it.)
Actually, my mother’s Boston wasn’t, I concede, literally yappy. His bark was hoarser, more like a pug bark, and it wasn’t incessant. It was the ENERGY of the damn thing that was, for want of a better word, “yappy”. Unceasing and irritating and constantly in everyone’s face. I kept hoping he’d grow up into a lazy dog, but no such luck.
Did any of you guys check the golden video I linked earlier? Trust me, it’s worth watching.
I used to have a Carolina Dog, and she was easily the smartest dog I’ve ever met. I once needed a towel that was sitting on a chair across the room (I’d probably spilled something), and said, “Zeke, get the towel! Towel!” And she trotted over and picked it up and brought it to me, even though I’d never taught her to do that. Smart girl, Zeke.
Anecdotally, the dumbest dog I’ve ever met was Alex, a Dalmatian belonging to my friend Brian. Alex was so stupid that I’m amazed he was able to find his way out of the birth canal. You’d toss a ball to him, and he would look at it, tongue hanging out, watching it through its entire trajectory, until it hit him right on the face.
I’m not saying he had to play with it; I know it’s not in all dogs’ natures to play with a ball. But you’d think he would have moved.