Things your dog does .
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Creatures of habit, or thinking animals ?
Months ago I visited an RSPCA place looking for one particular breed. It was taken, but walking through the kennels, one little terrier shot out to have a look, shot back in and then looked again. Neither of us knew why we thought her worth of a look, but we did.Name of Lexi- cross JRT/yORKY.
In the greeting room, Lexi was focussed on the staff, but slowly came to greet us. I had treats, which she liked, but what clinched it was when Lexi jumped on Swimbo's knee and sought a pat. Swimbo was sold.
Months later, Lexi watches us get ready in th morning. And then jumps on a chair in the kitchen to get her harness on, then waits for the lead. We pass a building in town, and there's a commotion on the back seat- Lexi has spotted a landmark.
Back home, fast forward a few hours, and it's about 1400 hours. Swimbo asks me if it's time for the second walk "Are you ready". Lexi starts the walk dance. We pass the same building, and again there's a commotion.
Months ago I visited an RSPCA place looking for one particular breed. It was taken, but walking through the kennels, one little terrier shot out to have a look, shot back in and then looked again. Neither of us knew why we thought her worth of a look, but we did.Name of Lexi- cross JRT/yORKY.
In the greeting room, Lexi was focussed on the staff, but slowly came to greet us. I had treats, which she liked, but what clinched it was when Lexi jumped on Swimbo's knee and sought a pat. Swimbo was sold.
Months later, Lexi watches us get ready in th morning. And then jumps on a chair in the kitchen to get her harness on, then waits for the lead. We pass a building in town, and there's a commotion on the back seat- Lexi has spotted a landmark.
Back home, fast forward a few hours, and it's about 1400 hours. Swimbo asks me if it's time for the second walk "Are you ready". Lexi starts the walk dance. We pass the same building, and again there's a commotion.
When our JRT puppy first moved-in with us we trained her to ring a small bell on a string each time she needed a trip to the garden to do her business. It took a couple of weeks for her to get the hang of it but it worked well for several weeks.
But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
NoTreadLeft said:
When our JRT puppy first moved-in with us we trained her to ring a small bell on a string each time she needed a trip to the garden to do her business. It took a couple of weeks for her to get the hang of it but it worked well for several weeks.
But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
Sound just like that urban myth about the dog that did the same to get the owners comfy chair.But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
Brads67 said:
NoTreadLeft said:
When our JRT puppy first moved-in with us we trained her to ring a small bell on a string each time she needed a trip to the garden to do her business. It took a couple of weeks for her to get the hang of it but it worked well for several weeks.
But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
Sound just like that urban myth about the dog that did the same to get the owners comfy chair.But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
My Golden Retriever has a sense of humour. We live near a beautiful but very quiet little beach, near Glencoe in the Highlands. Said Golden has been walking to it and swimming in our Loch since he was a puppy.
One nice summer evening we went to the beach, there was a young (French) couple lying on a towel sunbathing. Knowing Benton’s liking for greeting everyone personally who go on “his” beach, I kept him on his lead and walked him the full length of the beach (about 500m) before letting him off. He ran into the water and had a nice swim. He then came out, turned and ran back to the young couple before vigorously shaking himself all over them.
He then lay on his back rolling about clear very pleased with himself while I stammered out an apology to the young couple, who luckily saw the funny side of it,
He also takes every opportunity to pee down the sides of any motor home that parks near “his” beach.
One nice summer evening we went to the beach, there was a young (French) couple lying on a towel sunbathing. Knowing Benton’s liking for greeting everyone personally who go on “his” beach, I kept him on his lead and walked him the full length of the beach (about 500m) before letting him off. He ran into the water and had a nice swim. He then came out, turned and ran back to the young couple before vigorously shaking himself all over them.
He then lay on his back rolling about clear very pleased with himself while I stammered out an apology to the young couple, who luckily saw the funny side of it,
He also takes every opportunity to pee down the sides of any motor home that parks near “his” beach.
Brads67 said:
NoTreadLeft said:
When our JRT puppy first moved-in with us we trained her to ring a small bell on a string each time she needed a trip to the garden to do her business. It took a couple of weeks for her to get the hang of it but it worked well for several weeks.
But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
Sound just like that urban myth about the dog that did the same to get the owners comfy chair.But then a new behaviour emerged.
Every so often the bell would ring, causing me or my other half to drop whatever we were doing and come charging to the back door to let her out. Except when we got there, no dog. Apart that is from a small, furiously-wagging tail sticking-out from the chair under which she was hiding.
The only possible explanation is that she thought it was funny, in exactly the same way I thought it was funny to play knock-down-ginger when I was 7.
My money is firmly on "thinking animals".
Really dont why you bother chap.
I've a lot of dog tales, as dad was a postman in the days when dogs saw postmen as something to have a go at. Dad took over th round from a dog hater.At first, dad got greeted by a snarling nasty dog. Months later, dad got greeted by a dog looking for a friend. And in some cases, dad had a group of dogs following him. One day, dad was attacked by a nasty. it got on nip in, before the attacker was taken down by a pack of dogs.
We have a Tibetan terrier / pug cross. And from what I gather true Tibetean Terriers are very characterful dogs and ours seems to have a lot of their traits, along with a few of his own unique quirks.
His best trick though is definitely belching. But he only does it at very particular times, namely after having his food and jumping up on my knee on the sofa, he never ever belches while he is turned away from me. 100% of the times it's done inches from my face while looking me dead in the eye. He never does it to the Mrs or anyone else, only me, and my Mrs and son kill themselves laughing every time.
His best trick though is definitely belching. But he only does it at very particular times, namely after having his food and jumping up on my knee on the sofa, he never ever belches while he is turned away from me. 100% of the times it's done inches from my face while looking me dead in the eye. He never does it to the Mrs or anyone else, only me, and my Mrs and son kill themselves laughing every time.
Of course thinking.
One of my dogs loves to annoy another one. She will run up to their door and smack on it to scare them into jumping into action. I should note her Grandmother did this in the kennels she was in to another dog she loved to annoy. And once when we were there Grandmother ran over to the door and tapped it once. The dog did not react. So she hit it harder. The dog barked like mad, and she then came trotting back to us looking smug...
One of our dogs liked to steal stuff from the kitchen. But if we saw her heading that way we would call her. She learnt to walk up the hall going the other way and making enough noise for us to see her. She would then creep, slowly and quietly back to the kitchen to steal food. She has worked out that if we saw her go up the other end of the hallway to her beds we would assume she was going to sleep and not pay as much attention to the hallway to see her go and steal the damn food. Distraction dog....
One of my dogs loves to annoy another one. She will run up to their door and smack on it to scare them into jumping into action. I should note her Grandmother did this in the kennels she was in to another dog she loved to annoy. And once when we were there Grandmother ran over to the door and tapped it once. The dog did not react. So she hit it harder. The dog barked like mad, and she then came trotting back to us looking smug...
One of our dogs liked to steal stuff from the kitchen. But if we saw her heading that way we would call her. She learnt to walk up the hall going the other way and making enough noise for us to see her. She would then creep, slowly and quietly back to the kitchen to steal food. She has worked out that if we saw her go up the other end of the hallway to her beds we would assume she was going to sleep and not pay as much attention to the hallway to see her go and steal the damn food. Distraction dog....
Daphne loves to wind Barry up when it comes to tennis balls; Barry loves a tennis ball, running after one and bringing it back, Daphne is not that fussed with them.
When out with them we will take 2, one for Daphne to attempt to destroy and ultimately lose and one for Barry to chase after, invariably Daphne will lose hers and then nick Barry's, he will bring the ball back to my feet, drop it and then Daphne will zoom in, grab it running off with it, she will get to a certain distance way from him and turn round to see where he is, if he's chasing after her she will run a bit further away all the while looking back to check out where he is; tail bolt upright with a really cheeky look on her face.
It is bloody funny.
Barry and Daphne have the same parents but their personalities are very different, just like us humans.
When out with them we will take 2, one for Daphne to attempt to destroy and ultimately lose and one for Barry to chase after, invariably Daphne will lose hers and then nick Barry's, he will bring the ball back to my feet, drop it and then Daphne will zoom in, grab it running off with it, she will get to a certain distance way from him and turn round to see where he is, if he's chasing after her she will run a bit further away all the while looking back to check out where he is; tail bolt upright with a really cheeky look on her face.
It is bloody funny.
Barry and Daphne have the same parents but their personalities are very different, just like us humans.
Edited by HTP99 on Wednesday 4th December 19:31
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