Artie (the boy-dog), wouldn’t come inside. I hung halfway out the door, repeatedly calling his name and getting more irritated each time he ignored me. After about one minute of this nonsense, Teeyl (the much more mature and people-friendly girl-dog) looked at me, nodded her head (I swear) and headed out the door. A few seconds later, she returned with Artie trailing close behind her. I wasn’t the only one who witnessed this; my faithful offspring were nearby, as always.
Fast-forward ten minutes. We were all sitting around the living room, reminiscing about how smart Teeyl is. In the midst of our compliments and ear scratches, she stepped on a squeaky toy, thus scaring the living daylights out of herself. She immediately took off at a running pace…right into the wall.
And that was the end of the smart-dog conversation.
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