Our furry kids, otherwise known as our dogs, are an enigma at times. Bailey is the kind of guy that always wants to please. He’s smart, sometimes scary smart, and has some issues. We are sure he is ADHD and suffers from some sort of obsessive, compulsive disorder. Bailey understands everything you say. If you are even discussing what time to get to bed Bailey stands up and heads to his crate. When he was a pup we got him this little blue ball. He got so obsessed with this thing that he would forget to eat, drink, or go out. Just the mention of the ball made him a dog on a mission. That little guy heard you say blue ball and he would search the house for an hour or more looking for the darn thing, which we of course had hidden so he would remember to go out and pee. After a while we would spell it B-L-U-E B-A-L-L and damn, after a few times, he knew what we were spelling. I could expound upon that little beasts genius for hours.
My husband has always contended that Duff is a really smart dog. He says he doesn’t do what he is told because he is smart, stubborn and willful. Lately I’m not so sure Hubby isn’t correct. More tomorrow in this weeks tales from the dog side!