I don't know how she does it but Dagmar can play dead. Whenever we get cuddled up on the couch she plays dead. Should I need to stretch out or move whatsoever she goes completely limp and somehow changes the laws of gravity and is nearly impossible to move.
I've had her for almost 6 mos and she can now sit, stay, rollover, fetch (and fetch and fetch), rip my arm out of socket playing tug of war and rides in the car facing backward. She's a genius and I love her.
Stevie has the uncanny ability to nap endlessly UNTIL I decide to take a nap myself and turn off the TV then she's all whiney and in my face endlessly. It's not really a useful trick in any way except to send me to the looney bin that much sooner.
Bruno follows basic commands + shake (hands), beg, and roll over. Our proudest trick is Bruno fetching the remote control for our lazy asses.
He handles it with such care in his mouth.
Although he'll fetch pretty much anything we point to.
So I just got home and decided that if Harvey is that awesome then so are my poops! So here's the proof that dogs are only as smart as their owners. Oh and sorry for the crappy phone camera pics.
I didn't have any pizza but I did have some chicken. I said waaaaiiittt,....wwwaaaiiiiitt,.... waaaiiittt, just hold it.... She seemed to get it.
So I thought Marlon Brando has a pretty big flat head. Let's try the balancing test.
Well, we'll work on that one.
Finally, the egg.
Wah? Gotta start somewhere amiright? I do know that they can take one roll of toilet paper and re-carpet an entire room with neat little individual pieces in less than 8 hours! Wow right? Only one roll! I don't really know how fast they are at this because I'm usually at work when they are practicing that impressive work of art.
I just got back from walking my fool dog and the fool dog we live with. It went something like this. Me: "Tek, Max come on lessgo. stop. wait. stop it. Tek! Max! Come on. Tek!!!!! Come on Max. Max. Come on Max. Max. Jesus Max come ON. Stop. wait. Tek. Come on. Dont eat tha..... ugh. good Boys!!!"
careful what you wish for, 'neady, harvey wouldn't bite the landlord, but he's a high maintenance dog!! before I moved in with the giant and the portuguee, I met with them to try to explain that living with me and harvey is more like living with me and my toddler than me and my dog... They thought I meant because I spoiled him. They soon learned what I actually meant!
He goes under the knife tomorrow for the sixth time since I've had him (it'll be five years in january). He has a small tumor in an unmentionable spot that we're nipping off. I'm really nervous about it for some reason. It was supposed to be today, but we bumped him a day to let a client's dog go today. We normally don't do surgery on fridays just in case there are complications over the weekend, so the client's dog went today, and harvey is our project for lunch tomorrow. Unfortunately, that means my favorite surgery partners are both off. It'll just be his nervous control freak of an owner and cupcake (who, dumb as she is, is actually pretty good in surgery). Wish us luck!!
Harvey did really well today!! His "tumor" turned out to be a hard knot of swollen tissue as a result of an infection, so we did a quick and minor procedure, and he spent the day snoozing until his sedative wore off.
Now he's lying on my bed completely stoned and crying to himself with pupils the size of pie plates... Ahhhh, morphine.....