With that mix, I imagine that to be one smart dog. I’ve always been told that mutt mixes are the smartest. I kind of hate that people breed “pure-bred” dogs when there are so many good, smart, loyal mutts out there who would make fantastic pets for whatever a person’t particular need might be, who need good homes.
Mine are 2 golden labs, a vanilla lab mix (don’t know what mix), the Jack Russell, and the sweetest Irish Setter. Before I had all these, I had a buff cocker spaniel who was my soulmate for almost 18 years-very long-lived for a cocker. He went everywhere I went, was smart as a whip and had the heart of a lion. He had a treacherous streak-he would stand there and act all tolerant while someone petted him, then nip them as soon as they turned their back. He tried to pick fights with dogs three times his size. He was so smart! I never could teach him to do “dog tricks”-he was smart enough, but contemptuous of performing for silly humans, and too dignified. His passing left a hole in my heart. I love all my current dogs, but only the Irish Setter comes close to being what my Rascal was to me. The vanilla lab comes close but in a different way. She’s the sweetest, most patient and docile dog-until she thinks I’m threatened, then she turns into Cujo. Could any creature be better than man’s best friend? Not to me!
She’s a very smart dog. I really hate that she can’t be an inside full time dog.
She figured out quick I was the softie that would bring her treats and stuff.
My mom had a German Shepherd that was very protective of her. My dad got home from an extended trip once and hugged mom really tight and patted her firmly on the back. The dog hopped up and quizzically asked him (in dog speak) ‘are you insane?, she feeds me hamburger meat and gravy with my food...who the heck are YOU?’ LOL
Daddy backed away, slowly.
That dog ate better than the kids ate. If WE didn’t like what she’d fixed for supper it was a long time till breakfast. If the dog turned up his nose at supper she’d doctor it till she found something he’d eat. He was sooooo spoiled. She would feed him ground hamburger meat sometimes. He slept next to her side of the bed too. At 110lbs he was formidable. But a huge softy with my kids. He herded them to one of us if they tried to wander off LOL.
The utility guy read the meter with binoculars.