My Shane, my old dog, I swear he knew what I was saying to him. I'm a talker, I tell my dogs everything, sometimes people in the street will look at me strangely, because I am talking to my dogs as if talking to a person
Anyway, I took Shane along almost everything I did. He would patiently wait outside stores. We live in a small town, so I can do that. So sometimes I would go for a few things and tell him. First we go to the bakers, the to the butchers and then to the pharmacists. But along the way I would think it better to go to the butchers first, he would refuse and pull me to the bakers.
Also we used to spend a lot of sunday afternoons at the pub, owned by friends of ours. First we would watch a movie at home and then go to the pub. Shane always came along, because of his fear of people. We worked hard to make him trust strangers al little more.
As soon as the movie ended he would whine and walk back and forth untill we finally got up and went over to the pub. I don't know how many times we went, when actually feel like staying home, just to stop him whining
Yes he was truly a special dog.
Cooper has his thing with the rubber squeaky toys, that he liks and then hides.
I can't think of anything special about Jinx though. Apart from her talking back to me. If I ask her to do something she will always "talk" especially when she is excited.
Oh I just thought of one thing... She will come and sit next to me, giving me a demanding paw. I mean she will put her paw on my arm and drag it towards her. What she wants is for me to scratch her chest and tummy. Not a hard scratch, but gently. And if I don't scratch the right spot, she will paw some more untill I hit the spot.
Last month, she came into heat( do you call it that?) for the first time and her tummy apparently hurt. I was scratching her chest, but that wasn't the right spot. She positioned herself so that her tummy was up and pawing at my hand. I had to rub her tummy