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Intelligence

Posted By: Gloria on 2008-11-12
In Reply to: YOU'RE the one claiming an IQ of 135 - sky

has many different avenues. As far as I know, those tests don't cover a lot of things I feel necessary to gauge total intelligence.

Not so sure I am brave enough to take one anyway. : )


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For anyone who doubts the intelligence of dogs....

Here is a recent entry from my blog about my Pomeranian, Fox. If this doesn't show how intelligent a dog can be, then I don't know what does.


WRAPPED AROUND HIS LITTLE PAW.....


Oh, yeah. He's got me trained. 

The setup: One of Fox's pain medications is liquid, so I have started feeding him a bit of canned dog food (special urinary formula) in the mornings so I can put his medication on it instead of trying to squirt it into his mouth with the syringe. We have his water and dry food bowls in the kitchen on the tile, and we feed him his supper there as well, but in the mornings when I feed him his dog food I had been putting it here in the study on the carpet runners, partly for the company and partly so I could encourage him to eat it all.

Since his shoulder has gotten so bad, we decided to get a room-sized carpet for the study (it has wood laminate floors and Fox slipped and slid trying to get up off them). The background of the carpet is very light, so I started setting Fox's "brekky," as I call it, on the carpet at the entrance to the study. It is almost the same color as his food, which is a good thing, because he likes to scatter his food as he eats it.

Usually my husband is long gone to work by the time I get up, but he took yesterday off and when he saw what a mess Fox was making, he said we should feed him in the kitchen on the tile instead.

The payoff: So this morning, I decided to give that a try. I set Fox's plate of food over by his water bowl and I thought he went over to eat it. I was just around the corner in the kitchen getting my morning caffeine when I saw Fox had come back over and was looking at me. I realized that he had probably been standing by the back door waiting for me to let him outside (the door is just a few feet from his bowl) (yes, he does have me trained well - you're about to see how well).

So I let him out, waited for him to go, let him back in, and went back into the kitchen to finish what I was doing. Again I thought he was eating his food. Then I heard one sharp, loud bark. I went around the other corner and there he was, standing at the door of the study, looking at me like, "Okay, where's my breakfast?"

But wait, folks, there's more. I laughed, of course, and thought okay, I'll put a paper towel down beneath the plate to catch the scattered food. He looked quite suspiciously at the paper towel as I laid it down. I could tell he didn't like it. It took him an extra long time to eat his food this morning, and he scattered it even more than usual. I laughingly scolded him and picked it up and put it back on his plate.

A few minutes later a friend came over and we were standing in the living room, catching up on all the latest. I glanced over and saw that Fox's plate was no longer on the paper towel! My friend said she had been standing there watching him nose the plate off the paper towel. The little stinker!

So I put the plate back on the paper towel, picked up the one big chunk of food left, looked him straight in the eye and said, "Finish your breakfast." He must have figured he had pushed me far enough, because he came right over and ate the rest.



P.S. I am such a wimp. He just sat next to my chair staring at me until I got up and gave him a "cookie" (dog biscuit).


disgusting shows are proof of lack of intelligence of producers.
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