Long-time readers of this blog will need a moment, I’m sure, to collect themselves after laughing that this is even a question.
But when it’s too muddy to do our normal walk, we’ve taken to just doing laps up and down the driveway. It’s not perfect, but it gives Sonnyboy a chance to poop.
Today, I said, “Let’s do five.” Meaning, five times up and down the driveway.
And without complaint, he did five times. And then went in the house.
Like he had fucking counted the laps.
I am 100% sure this cannot be. And I am also 100% sure the only explanation for it is that he knew we’d done five laps.
I don’t know how to test this, though.
But clearly, what I mistook for stupidity was this dog’s genius eccentricity. Or something.