This is the story of life with my two dogs. Lightning was adopted as a puppy from a PetSmart pet adoption event when we stopped there to buy food for our Golden Retriever. Thumper had been found in bad shape by a local rescue organization. After a couple months of recuperation, his foster family took him to pet adoption day, where I saw him while shopping at the local PetSmart for dog food. Maybe I should sign up for Petflow instead.....
Showing posts with label bone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bone. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Do Dogs Think?
I often wonder how dogs think. Do they think "I took two naps now my people should be home"? Do they watch what their people do and think "those crazy people....where are they always running to"? A dear friend who is also a respected local dog trainer says that dogs think but not that deeply. Her position is "dogs are problem solvers". I can't argue with that - as demonstrated by Thumper in the following tale:
Sunday, as I was leaving to go work on the new house (will it EVER get finished?), I gave each dog a chew bone. They ran in opposite directions and sat with their bones. You would think they don't trust each other....lol. When I got home later, Lightning had chewed on his, but it still looked new. Thumper's was a nub.
I went into the bathroom to run my bathwater, and my two shadows followed me. Thumper took his position on the foot of the bed (his bone was now gone). Lightning sat on the floor and chewed contentedly on his bone. Suddenly, Thumper barked. Very loudly. Lightning, who obviously believed he had missed something while chewing on his bone, dropped the bone and scampered out of the room. Immediately Thumper hopped off the bed, grabbed the bone, and jumped back to his spot. Thumper's problem-solving process would have been like this....
Problem: I don't have a bone but there is a bone in this room.
Research: Lightning has a bone. Lightning always runs to the door when I bark.
Solution: Bark and take Lightnings bone when he drops it and leaves the room. If it's in my mouth, it's mine, after all.
Very similar to the scientific method, isn't it? (Yes, I'm a science nerd....). Next post I'll share how Lightning has figured out to cope with his thieving buddy.
So long post tonight. If you stuck with it til the end - thanks! Do you ever think about stuff like this - do you wonder if your dog is a philosopher like I do?
Monday, July 30, 2012
Monday Mischief
Thumper: "Lightning couldn't finish his bone so I'm going to finish it for him."
Me: "Thumper, that wasn't nice. Give Lightning his bone back."
Thumper: "Nope. Mine now. He can play with Ironman."
Me: "Thumper, that wasn't nice. Give Lightning his bone back."
Thumper: "Nope. Mine now. He can play with Ironman."
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