Conversations with the dog

The other day while I was in the kitchen cooking dinner Mr. C was doing some training with Bobby. Bobby of course was chuffed to bits doing his training, learning and showing us how great and intelligent he is and as always very eager to please Mr. C.

Mr. C of course loves Bobby to bits and after the training he sat down in the kitchen talking to Bobby.Their conversation was really good and you would have laugh to tears with end but the best was when Mr. C turned to Bobby and said: "you are very rare, very rare indeed, you are a black and white, pointed nose monkey and people often mistake you for a dog. Black and white, pointed nose monkeys are very intelligent and very rare" , while Bobby looked at him in absolute admiration and wonder...

You really had to be there...

He is a star

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Too intelligent ...

We spent the whole summer with the door to the back garden open for Bobby, only locking him in his crate during the night (only in the 1st week for him to strength his bladder to hold a whole night) and 1st thing in the morning we would open the crate door and the back door to the garden and that door would remain open. By September I realised we had a problem - winter would be coming (as it does every year) - and Bobby had no clue that he was doing the right thing by going outside and he had no idea on how to ask to go outside (if I would forget to open the door to the garden during the day an accident would happen). I googled the problem and this was the site i found with the reply: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080916052937AAEbaCx

It was very straight forward in explaining how to do it, and Bobby actually understood in 1 week (but he was already doing it right, he just needed to know he was doing it right) what was going on and what I expected from him and (we already have below zero temperatures) he actually asked, it was very subtle request (i think), in Bobby's case he would get unsettled and went in and out of the sitting room in a very fast pace for 2 times and that would get my attention :)

After breakfast and dinner I always open the door for him and still wait for him to do what he needs and I still say that he is a good boy (I just don't throw a party for it any more).

He has now been allowed upstairs in the bedroom area and he sleeps in our room, I was told that Bobby being a pack member would feel better by sleeping close to his pack, so we decided to allow him upstairs (the attic is still off limits as it is still being redecorated). The bathroom is also upstairs...

Bobby understood what the bathroom is for... he does not ask to go to out any more, he just climbs the stairs and goes to the bathroom... (our bathroom!!!!) so now when I hear him going upstairs I call him and take him to the back garden and I am starting to think that: 1st I need to close the bathroom door at all times, 2nd I need to start throwing a party for him when he goes to the bathroom in the back garden, 3rd maybe I should train him to balance in the toilet seat and all the toilet problems would solved forever....

Too intelligent... why didn't we get a stupid dog?!?!?!