Emily read somewhere that dogs have the mental capacity of a human toddler. Which is just about right, as far as our Doggie is concerned.
Tonight, as the heavy rain started to fall, she started knocking on the door. Ever since that first time when we let her in during a thunderstorm, she has come to expect to be let into the house on the first sign of rain. She has a spot in our bedroom where she sleeps the night.
But she also knows she doesn’t get to sleep in the house all the time. One time I let her in for the night when it wasn’t raining, and she was restless the whole time. It was as if she was wondering: “What am I doing here? It’s not raining.”
Funny how this dog has the concept of an if-then, and some bit of memory and learning, too.
The first time we showed her stairs, she looked bewildered. Then I took a couple of steps up and then she got it. Now she bounds up and down the staircase like she owns the house. Come to think of it, it’s her house, too.
Doggie is a dog of habit. A walk around the village in the mornings is a must and in the evenings, too, if it isn’t raining. If she doesn’t get her walk, she gets antsy. She has this stance where she lies in front of the door, front paws resting forward, to indicate she’s waiting to go out. And if I’m feeling too lazy, she barks as if she’s scolding.
She knows when it’s time to get out of the house, in the mornings when we leave for work, and in the evenings, when we get ready for bed. Those times, it just takes a word for her to up and head for the door. But other times, she’ll insist on staying inside the house. When I force the issue, she’ll look away as if to say, “I don’t understand what you’re saying,” and if I’m adamant, she’ll appeal to Emily by hiding between her legs.