Monday, 18 April 2016

3 Reasons Why Your Dog May Be Smarter Than You

Watching my dog’s mannerisms the other day, and noting the way I treat her, I’ve come to the conclusion that dogs may be smarter than their owners.

There’s the way we communicate. She barks, and sometimes she whines, and I’m ashamed to say that, I don’t always know what she wants. Do you want to go outside to go pee? Has a stray cat entered the yard and you want to go outside to “play?” Does something hurt (I hope not)? What are you trying to say, puppy?  Compare that with my communication methods, and we quickly see that puppy scores the point: I tell her to sit, to stay, to come, to roll over, to go lay down, to leave it (when approaching another dog on our walks), and she instantly complies and obeys. Unlike her communication with me, I don’t have to tell her twice; she got it the first time. Clearly, she’s smarter than me.

There’s the way we eat. She’s not fussy. I, on the other hand, do tend to be that way sometimes. If I allowed it (which I don’t) she would eat anything I have on my plate. Me? Not so much. I tend to be a little more, well, fussy. For example, I won’t eat anything that she has on her plate, even though we buy only the highest quality of dog food for her directly from the vet clinic. No box-store no-name pseudo-food for my puppy! She only gets the best, yet I won’t eat it. Funny thing is, even if I had a low-grade K-D on my plate, she would clean it up and be grateful for it. Score: Puppy 1, Owner 0.

There’s the way we exist. I go to work every day at a high-stress job just to make enough money to survive until next payday. It’s the way and the curse of man, I suppose. Work hard, pay your taxes, and then quietly die. Puppy, on the other hand, has it figured out. Simply exist, be the proverbial “man’s best friend,” and she will be fed, and sheltered, and taken for walks, and loved … for free. And all that, with no stress whatsoever! Here too, puppy wins: Dog 1; Me 0.

Am I missing something here? No, I don’t believe in reincarnation, but if I did, in my next life, I would want to come back as a dog; not as an abused dog like some unfortunately are, but as one loved and cared for, like my dog is by me. Yes, she really is, this man’s “best friend.” And, “Yes,” she really may be, smarter than me.

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