Howard is a source of continuous amazement.
Yesterday evening we were outside doing whatever it was we were doing... I needed to grab something from the basement so I headed to the house... just about the time I got to the door Howard showed up behind me... normal... I opened the door and he waltzed in like he owned the place! (not normal - that was the first time he’s rushed the house door since he arrived)
I told him to scram outside and he did so without giving me any grief... I grabbed what I needed and went back outside to find Mrs. Augie with hands on her hips giving me the stink-eye...
OK Honey, what’s up?
She says “That damn dog speaks perfect English!”
OK Honey, explain please?
Then she says “As soon as you turned your back to go inside he jumped on top of the patio table - all four feet - whole dog - ON the patio table. So I told him to get down and then I told him that sort of behavior is exactly why he will NEVER get to go in my house!”.
She then proceeds to tell me that as soon as she said that to him he looked her straight in the eye, gave her his best “You’re not the boss of me” look, jumped down, followed me into the garage and then into the house.
I’ve been telling her that Howard is smarter than she thinks he is. Now she knows it. lol
And we discovered over the past couple days that he likes apples and peaches. Years ago I had an Aussie that loved apples, but he would only eat them if you cut them into pieces before giving them to him. Howard goes to the tree and gets them off the ground. No slicing required.
Before all of the above happened yesterday Mrs. Augie and I were picking/eating peaches. Howard was doing his normal nosing everything routine when he noticed some low-hanging fruit on one of the pear trees - he stood up on his hind legs, plucked one off the tree, then trotted off like he’d just won the PowerBall.
Go, Howard! Go, Howard! His antics need to be a weekly feature here, Please!
Beau sent me a video today of three of the pups I raised this past year, hunting black bear. He said they had a 22 MINUTE hunt and had a bear treed! That is spectacular work! So proud of my puppies! :)
Blackfoot (my girl!) Comanche and *Huxley. I couldn’t be prouder. :)
*Huxley went to hunting buddy Thomas. He’s a teacher, hence the author ‘Aldous Huxley’ name. I like it, actually.
That’s hilarious in one sense, AND I’m also siding with Mrs. Augie (with hands on my hips, too.)
My cat now speaks English, or at the very least, he speaks FF. He must understand my tone of voice at a minimum.
When my younger son is around, he laughs when I scold the cat. He remembers that tone of voice! “Boys! BOYS!! Stop that!!”
When we had two cats (lost one to cancer a year ago), that was something I said to the two of them, verbatim. They were real buddies, but every now and again had their scrapes. That’s when Mom voice came out.
Tell Mrs. Augie I understand her position. Too bad our pets have us figured out.