|Barked: Fri Mar 30, '12 12:38am PST |
|Wow Siri is one smart dude!!! That’s really impressive that he was able to learn to mimic you (and realize what the words meant) without even being prompted/trained to do so! Too cool. One of my childhood dogs growing up was a Brittany Spaniel who was mad smart… my dad would take her hunting frequently. One time, while my dad was at a gas station and apparently taking too long to pay inside, Gypsy climbed into the driver’s seat and started honking the car horn repeatedly- he was backed into the space too, so the front of the car was facing away from the store- which makes me think she really did do it intentionally and not by accident trying to squirm to the closes possible spot to where my dad was. Anyway, Dad rushed out, and she scooted right back to the passenger seat with a “come on lets GO!” look on her face Once she learned that got him out, it became a repeated behavior!
Our second Brittany, Freckle (who is now at the ripe age of 14) never did learn to hunt like Gypsy did, since my dad was no longer hunting by the time we got her. She certainly did have the instincts, though… So, I trained her to hunt cockroaches and flies. She knew the differences between the two words- You’d say “Freckie, FLY!” and she’d perk her ears, trying to listen to wear the fly was. Then she would go on point when she found it, and promptly eat it. Cockroaches were a different story… those were her favorite game. I would say “Freckie, ROACH!” She’d go on point, I’d throw something at the roach to get it down, she’d capture the roach in her mouth, and we’d run to the back door which I would open and she would then take the roach outside to kill it. I happen to be TERRIFIED of them... Anyway, late one night when I still lived at home, there was a cockroach in my bedroom, and I COULD NOT SLEEP knowing it was there. So I went downstairs, quietly opened my parent’s bedroom door, and whispered “Freckie, roach”… Freckles ever so gingerly tiptoed out of bed, doing her best to be gentle and not disturb my parents’ rest. She came out of the door, I closed it, and she looked up at me like “ALRIGHT LET’S DO THIS.” I said “Upstairs!” and she bolted up the stairs… Upon finding it, she went on point. I started throwing shoes, but the damned thing got under the dresser before it could be captured and executed. Freckles though, being the ever vigilant and amazing dog that she is, stayed in my room and guarded me the entire night through- she slept on the floor, nose to the dresser, just waiting for that sucker to show it’s creepy gross buggy self. That was the one that got away
Grunt, big cuddly dogs are the best!!! Love it Is he a blanket-burrower too? A couple of my friends have a German shorthair pointer that INSISTS on sleeping under the covers with them. EVERY. NIGHT.
Another funny thing about Kip is that he is a shoulder-percher. We were talking about this in the Pomeranian forum and apparently there are quite a few poms that do this type of behavior! Anyway, if I’m on the computer writing a paper for class or something and Kip thinks he needs some attention, little dude will literally jump onto my shoulders/back from the back end of the couch!! And then he slowly worms himself closer and closer to my face… as close as he can possibly get without touching... and then, once eye contact is made, he licks and/or paws at my face. He looks like a little fox stole/parrot/scarf thing: Kip's scarf impersonation Oogie is far too much of a lady to ever attempt to perform such acrobatic shenanigans
Edited by author Fri Mar 30, '12 12:42am PST
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