You know, I don’t really know why I bury things. I walk all over the place looking for nice spots to put things. Like rice cakes, pig ears, cow hooves and stuff. Wonder why I do that? The only things I go back and actually find are the cow hooves and pig ears. Mostly the cow hooves, though. I take so much time and care to use my nose to move dirt and grass, then cover things up and pat them down. Nice and neat. Who taught me to do that?
Is that instinct? I mean, I left home at 10 weeks. My mother didn’t teach me these things. My siblings and breeders totally ignored me. Heck, I had to learn to play for heaven’s sake. Nobody taught me that either. (I had a hard time as a child.)
I also “back step” in the grass after I’ve answered the call of nature. (She calls that “flushing the toilet.”)
Wonder why I do that, too? Is that instinct? Like lifting my leg to pee? (She cried the first time I did that as a pup. “My baby boy’s a man!” Yeah, oh brother….) How did I know to do all these things?
I think I’ll ponder that today. You ponder it, too, and let’s see what we come up with.
What You Learned Today:
- Wonder why I know to do things?
- Like bury stuff.
- Lift my leg.
- And backstep.
- OH… and bark at the mailman. That must be instinctive, too.