She is sweet. She loves everybody, and is trainable with repetition. Most of us are.
Rocky is something else all together.
|Not just a pretty face.|
A smart dog can be a challenge and a lesson in humility.
Rocky is not my first dog. I'm used to terriers. Even the dumbest terrier has a cunning that exceeds the ability of normal dogs, so I figured I was up to the challenge of a smart little wiener hound.
Yesterday, Rocky scratched at the door, looked up, saw me watching him, kicked the door again and when I let him in, he ran down the hall and scratched at the bathroom door.
I opened that door. He ran in, looked around, out, then scratched at the hall closet door.
I opened that door. He looked around in there then ran to another door. I could almost see that little wiener brain working. If she's behind that door, what's behind this one?
|Try to keep up, human.|
Was he emulating George Mallory -- because it's there?
Maybe The Other Side of the Door is The Last Frontier.
Perhaps he's looking for the Tardis.
Either way, I realized as I followed the little dog around, exactly who, in this relationship, is Einstein's slow brother, Irving.