Thursday, June 7, 2012

IF WE COULD TALK TO THE ANIMALS

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,


Reminder: You can email a question to us, and one or both of us will answer it on a Friday. I've only received two questions, and strangely enough, they both had to do with sex. Doesn't anyone else have a question you're just burning to ask me? 


Now, at long last, let's get started with today's post.


Here in Dogtown, communication skills have improved with one of the Z Boys.

Simple communication skills remain pretty much the same. It's 7 a.m. or 5 p.m., so the boys stare at me. Breakfast served at 7; supper served at 5.

When Harper stands outside and barks at the door, it means not that he wants to come inside, but that he wants Franklin to come outside and play. The bromance continues.

Scoutie hurls himself against the bathroom cabinet before bed because he's reminding me that he gets a biscuit at bedtime. So does everyone else, including me. Mmmmmm. I loves me a good Milk Bone.

All rightie, then. What's changed?

I'm about to tell you.

Faulkner the smooth collie (July 26, 1997 - July 27, 2010) was amazingly communicative. And it was pure instinct. If I dropped something, he wouldn't stop staring at it until I picked it up. He saved me from losing mail out in the driveway on the second day he lived with us because he refused to walk to the house when I didn't notice I had dropped an envelope. If one of the other dogs needed to go out during the night, Faulkner put his cold wet nose directly on my dry warm nose. If that actually failed to awaken me, he put his long collie nose under my head and lifted it off the pillow.
He had a variety of barks that only I recognized. He had a bark for Oh My God, the school bus is in front of the house and ugly kids are disembarking; a bark for Someone is on the way to the door, so Mom, put some clothes on; a bark for Get out here right now because it is a freaking emergency.

He also used the head jerk, pointing in the direction of the water bowls if H2O was lacking.

When Franklin came to live with me 1 1/2 years ago and learned three commands in the first 24 hours, I was pleased that he was so intelligent. But he didn't seem to have the instinctive intelligence that Faulkner had.

That's changed.

Franklin has become much more communicative, and he figured it out for himself. If I call Harper and he ignores me because he's playing in the yard or napping, Franklin runs to Harper, nudges Harper on the shoulder or forehead with his nose, and Harper comes running to me with Franklin. Harper might not obey me all the time (or any of the time), but Harper always obeys Franklin.
A few days ago I told Scout to stop digging a hole in the backyard. Scout gave me this look that mumbled, I'm agonna stop for now, but the minute you go in, I start agin.
But Scout didn't start when I headed for the house because Frankie Big Paws stood over him to make sure Scout did as told.

When someone he knows arrives in the driveway, Franklin fires off a brief warning bark and then comes to get me.

When someone he doesn't know arrives in the driveway, Franklin stands up at the front door and gives that person holy hell. He scared off some Jehovah's Witnesses recently.

So Franklin has the instinctive intelligence I thought he didn't have. He communicates with me, and with his fellow Z  boys. If I needed him to herd sheep, or cattle, or cats, or whatever, I'm sure he could learn to do the job.

Well, maybe not cats. And definitely not cucarachas, though we haven't seen any.

But I'm thrilled that Franklin has turned out to be so intelligent. I don't know if he kept his instincts hidden for a time, or if they've gradually risen to the surface.

I do know he's one darn good dog.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

20 comments:

  1. I know nothing will ever replace your beloved Faulkner but I'm so glad that Franklin is turning out to have some of the same traits. What brilliant dogs and I think their instinctive intelligence is brought out by their unconditional love and devotion to you. And they know you will listen to them. :)

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    1. Maggie, Could you be any sweeter? You're almost as nice as a dog.

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  2. He has the best type of intelligence of all - he knows you need him.

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  3. Oh, thou lowly human. It's not that your dogs have suddenly grown intelligent, but rather YOU have grown in intelligence. Their clues are always there and they have to wait it out until WE grow some perception.

    Beau nibbles on me when my blood sugar goes too low. Another human would hit him and knock him away. I, on the other hand, knew there was something to it. I finally figured it out.

    Beau makes NO NOISE in our bedroom, but if I'm going low on blood sugar, he runs to Joe's side and barks bloody murder.

    This dog was 3 years old when I picked him up and saved him from abuse and certain death.

    So he had NO prior training.

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    1. What a beautiful, amazing dog. I'm so glad he takes care of you. People who hurt the animals who want to be their best friends are stoopid.

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  4. Dear Janie, I so enjoyed reading this post about the three dogs with whom you live and about Franklin's emerging intelligence. The three cats with whom I sojourn also come at exactly 8:30 am/2:00pm/and 8:00pm and stare. The message of course is "Feed me!"

    Peace.

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    1. Some people think it's a mere learned behavior when dogs and cats recognize mealtime. I say it's because they can read the clocks.

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    2. Dear Janie, I'm with you! I think they are so aware of where the sun is or what's happening with the light and shade of the air that they simply know that the time has come!

      Peace.

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    3. They might get rumbly in the tumbly, too.

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  5. Loved the video! You have brilliant dogs who have apparently trained you well!!

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    1. I am a fortunate woman, fishducky. Of course, they didn't have to try very hard to teach me "sit" and "stay."

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    1. I laughed out loud and Franklin came running to me to find out if I had a joke to share.

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  7. The only thing my cat has trained me to do is feed him when he attacks my feet.

    I would like to know... What is the most positive thing that has come from your divorce?

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    1. Watch out! If you write anything about your feet on your blog, you'll get search terms having to do with foot fetishes. Is the question a "Friday" question or do you want an answer now? I really don't think I could answer now because I need to consider it. I know you had a lot of positives come out of your divorce.

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  8. It's always a two way street, we learn from them and they learn from us! :-)

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    1. I think I learn more from them. I'm also the beneficiary of amazing cuddling.

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  9. That is just plain friggin' awesome!! :):):)

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    1. Karma is awesome, too! She's so pretty, and she has life figured out.

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