Decibel's grasp on spoken language continues to amaze me. Sure, I talk to her and the other dogs almost all day long, simply because I believe that aerating my brain with flapping lips is the secret to a long life (those who disagree can try holding their breath and see how far they get with that approach), but I honestly never really think that she listens.
Until she proves me wrong.
Today we were watching a movie, Harold sprawled in the recliner, Decibel getting settled in at his feet.
Now as an aside here, although one of the highest commandments in the house is "No teeth on human skin", Harold suffers from a Y-chromosome linked hearing problem, and he plays some games with the dogs that strictly speaking are taboo. Namely the "Catch the hand under the blanket" game, or the "Noodle my feet" game. Okay, sure, he wears socks for the latter and the in the former there is no direct tooth to skin contact either, so if you interpret the law by the letter he can get away with it, and does, and the funny thing is - the dogs know it. They only play the game with him, and thereby delight in pushing my buttons, those lawbreakers, canines and human alike.
So while the credits were rolling, I asked Decibel: "Where are Daddy's feet?" No, I didn't expect an answer. But I should have known better. Decibel lifts her paw and slaps the bottom part of the recliner.
Okay, that could have been a random thing, right?
So I say: "Show me."
Promptly Decibel pokes her nose at Harold's toes.
No kidding.
I don't know how she even knew those words, but clearly she did.
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| She loves that guy from nose to toes. |
By the way, this (below) is the answer to: "Who loves Daddy?" Notice that Maggie knows the right answer as well.
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