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Monday, June 27, 2011

Positively Pavlovian

I hate to admit this...

but here it goes...

I am a smart dog!

Mom tells me that being a smart dog is not a good thing - it just means I'm a bad dog.  What do you think?

Here's a couple cases where I think that I am super stupendous smart and mom thinks I'm the worst dog EVER!


We live in a complex that consists of 120 townhouses and condos so mom is very conscious about how much noise we make.  I enjoy barking at people that pass by our backyard so that they know not to enter.  Sometimes, I may get a bit carried away and that's when mom will call me in by saying she has a cookie for me.  Hey!  Who wouldn't come for a cookie? 

Well, a couple of months ago mom caught onto my game...  she was sitting at the dining room table and could see me out in the backyard.

It seems I may have been barking and then looking over my shoulder to see if she was going to call me in for a cookie and if I didn't get the required response, I would bark again...


Does that make me a bad dog???


Since she's caught on to that one she comes out and escorts me into the house and its a hit or miss on the cookie front...

But I thought of something else and luckily for me, my mom is a bit slow on the uptake some days.

My newest thing is to go bonkers on the patio door like I REALLY need to go out but when she opens the door, I run back to the cookie dispensing area.

Of course, because she's so well trained, she automatically gives me (and Pippen) a cookie.  Sometimes I'd do that 3 or 4 times before I would actually go outside!

Well, she's figured that one out now too and can you believe it - she says I am the baddest dog ever!


So am I a smart dog or am I a bad dog???