Crazy Smart!

How can I describe Biscuit?

Thank goodness, she’s not my dog!

No offense. I just don’t like animals unless they are the humanoid types.

But I’ll admit, I’ve got several really nice granddogs. And they make me smile.

I love how Jemmy spazzes out even when she hears Granddaddy is coming to visit. Her running circles in delight is so cute!

Fizz is a funny dog who loves frozen Brussel sprouts as a treat! I haven’t met the newest addition to that menagerie, but I have seen Fizz and Fanny Freckles playing together on FaceTime. Adorable.

Then there is Biscuit. She is the softest dog ever. My oldest daughter says she’s a dumb dog.

I think she is brilliant. She knows she’s cute and can get away with murder. That takes some intellect and emotional understanding.

Biscuit came to visit for the weekend with Grady, our local grandson. Of course, she had to explore her surroundings since she hasn’t been here very often. She got very nervous when Ronald and Grady started playing pool.

I suggested Grady pick her up and show her what was causing the noise so she wouldn’t be afraid. Biscuit watched as Ronald hit a few balls, and Grady put her down.

The next thing we knew, Miss Priss was watching each play. I swear, she understood exactly what was going on! She would stand close to Grady, sometimes putting her paws on the stick. As the ball went down the table, she would follow the sound to the proper pocket and look up at it.

To me, that’s a pretty darn smart dog!

But imagine our surprise when the crazy hound dog – without even a running start – leaped up onto the table!

I think had we left her up there, she would have nosed some balls into the pockets! That’s one smart dog!!!

So this blog is just for fun. I hope you get a laugh.

One other story.

Biscuit is – shall I say – high energy. Each time I’ve been around her and she is jumping and running, I talk to her in my pretend dog language, and she settles right down.

Today, Ronald and Grady let Biscuit play in the backyard while they did a few chores. When they were ready for her to come inside with them, she thought it was chase time. For the next twenty minutes, Biscuit eluded them. Even bribing her with bacon strips didn’t work.

I came out to see what was holding them up and laughed as they chased and grabbed at the mischievous dog. I started clapping my hands and talking my dog talk. She made a bee-line for me and rolled over at my feet. Though I am not sure what I said in the strange ‘doggie lingo,’ it must have been just the right thing. Ronald and Grady couldn’t believe it!

We were able to put on her leash and continue our planned excursion.

Like I said, crazy smart. You choose if I’m talking about me or the dog!

Blessings

Kara Beth

A merry heart does good like a medicine.