I gave Ziggy a bone in the backyard today and after about half an hour she came inside to get water and cool off. IT's damn hot out there. I was proud of her for knowing her limits and not being obsessed with eating a bone and being stupid about it.
That was an hour ago. She was barking at the dog door and I told her to go on out and then I went back to doing dishes until I heard her clearing her throat. She was standing in the middle of the living room with the bone in her mouth, waiting. I said, "Do you really need that inside?" and of course she does. It's hot outside. So I said, "Will you eat it on the towel?" and she backed up so I could lay one down in the middle of the rug, and she promptly laid down on it and for the first time put the bone down.
OK, how does she understand all that? Sometimes I swear this dog is some kind of genius.
That was an hour ago. She was barking at the dog door and I told her to go on out and then I went back to doing dishes until I heard her clearing her throat. She was standing in the middle of the living room with the bone in her mouth, waiting. I said, "Do you really need that inside?" and of course she does. It's hot outside. So I said, "Will you eat it on the towel?" and she backed up so I could lay one down in the middle of the rug, and she promptly laid down on it and for the first time put the bone down.
OK, how does she understand all that? Sometimes I swear this dog is some kind of genius.
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