Tonight Conan found two of his tennis balls in the basement, where they had fallen down the stairs and become lost. I picked each one up in turn and threw it up the stairs, to the main floor. Each time he thought I had thrown it across the basement, and went and searched the other side laboriously.
Then, after I finished lifting weights, we went back upstairs where he found the balls. He grabbed one and was running around showing it to everyone as if to say, “Daddy is a wizard! He threw this ball in the basement, and it reappeared on the main floor! Look! Wizard!”
2 comments:
The canine combination of intelligence and stupidity is truly remarkable.
At Mongil-san, we had a site dog, a German shepherd named FUD (stood for a couple of things, depending on how he'd been behaving lately) who loved for us to throw rocks for him to retrieve. Not just pebbles, either, but serious rocks. He had to be able to pick them up with his teeth, but not much smaller than that. It didn't matter if we threw it into a rock pile or out by itself; he always came back with the one we'd thrown. At least as far as we could tell.
Eric Hines
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