I knew it! My dog *is* dumb!
Image by emildom75 via Flickr
But sadly, it’s probably my fault. The twice-a-day feedings, the spontaneous belly rubs, the treats just for being freaking adorable, all have conspired to make domestic dogs the intellectual rivals of their squeak toys.
Domestic dogs have become so dependent on humans, they can no longer pass simple intelligence tests or solve problems which their counterparts in the wild find easy.
via Easy living dumbing down our pooches – oddstuff | Stuff.co.nz.
So my dog couldn’t find a bowl of food in a maze if his life depended on it. So he’s scared of large serving bowls and lawn ornaments. So he once ate an entire terra cotta planter. So what?
Clearly I don’t own a dog for the intellectual stimulation. I own a dog because he is genuinely thrilled to see me when I walk in the door. I own a dog because he is the most reliable and enthusiastic running partner ever. I own a dog because frankly, it’s hilarious to see an 85-lb beast run for his life when I take out a bowl to make pancakes for my kids in the morning. I own a dog because he curls up at my feet and flops his head on my lap even if I’ve been a cranky pain in the butt.
He’s a doofus, and I think he’s great.
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And, when the apocalypse hits, he’s big enough to eat. Like a cuban guy once told me, “Dog’s good, but you gotta cook it a long time, it’s stringy.”
Bon Apetit!