We got a dog named Skippy, from the pound, when I was 8 that was white with peanut butter colored blotches. Smartest dog I ever met. They said he was untrainable....yeah, about that...
Heel, come, sit, stay, lie down, roll over, roll over the other way, dead dog, dead dog's don't wag their tail (he'd stop wagging), dead dog's close their eyes (he'd close them), sit up, shake, other paw, speak, growl, count to one(one woof), two fingers go two woofs and three fingers got three woofs. Four fingers and he'd just go nuts! Jump through a hoop. Climb a ladder (couldn't get down from the roof, though). Fetch. Get the paper from the paper boy. Take it to anyone in the house by name. And if you'd snap your fingers and point at someone and yell "WARN 'EM" he'd become the most vicious, snarly, growling, slobbering beast you ever saw!!! YIKES!!! Untrainable indeed. NOPE! :laughing: He'd catch biscuits off his nose. And if it was raining out, he'd come in, you'd say "Wet feet" and he'd plop down on his back with his feet in the air, you'd dry dry his feet with a rag, hand him the rag and say "put it away" and he'd take it to the laundry room and drop it in front of the washer! Then, of course, he'd head straight to the kitchen for a treat. My mom taught him most of that stuff. Just a once in a lifetime dog to witness.
I had my first dog at about age 16-17 and named hime Dog, after the dog in the movie Big Jake.
. Very loyal dark collie mix. Great dog for a young man. Very mellow. My sisters thought 'Dog" was undignified, so they called him Mr. Dog.
Also, Dog could sneeze on command. And I mean a big, wind up, bounce your nose off the floor sneeze! I think he had allergies or something, because every time I told him to speak, he'd sneeze first, then start barking. So I just stopped saying speak and would say sneeze instead. He got too old to travel when Letterman was doing Stupid Pet Tricks or I'd have taken him. Overall, that was the best dog I ever had the pleasure of knowing.
We had another dog named Pooky after garfield's teddy bear. She was a border collie with a perfect black eye on the white side of her head. Sweatest dog you'd ever meet, but for a border collie, she was a loveable box-o-rocks. Dumber than a doorknob. Great pet though.
And finally, my wife and I got a Cairn Terrier when we got married named Max. He came with that name. What a fiesty little beast. Very smart, too. Many tricks. Typical terrier that thought he owned the place. We got him a kitten to keep him company. Kitten raised by a male terrier was too funny. The cat would walk on a leash with the dog. That got some looks. :laughing: (guess what I named the cat? Cat!).
