03-30-2022, 08:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-30-2022, 08:23 PM by NightskyeB4Dawn.)
My Tamar, a three year old, soon to be four years old, is mouthy, like her father Maxx. She is a diva and can be very demanding, towards my Mother. She will occasionally try to pull that crap with me, but she responds well to the "Look".
When she went into my mother's room and demanded she follow her, I ignored her, because she does this when she wants Mother and me in the same room. She is weird like that sometimes. She is not happy until she has the both of us in the same room, then she is as happy as a pig in feces.
Today Mother wasn't giving in to her, so she came to me whining. I asked her what she wanted and she led me to Mother's room. Of course, I thought she just wanted us in the same room, and she wanted me to be the one that changed rooms this time.
I told her to go pound sand, and was walking by to the living room, when she stopped, looked at me like I was crazy, and went into the kitchen. Now that is a no no. When I went into the kitchen to chastise her, she ran onto the porch and stood by her feeding bowl. I reminder her that it was not 3pm, their regular feeding time, so she still had 30 minutes to wait. She was not having it. She gave me plenty of mouth. Much more than usual. Then I noticed the others were waiting to be fed.
It hit me like a ton of bricks! Today is Wednesday. I always feed them a half hour earlier on Wednesdays, because I serve at the church, and I want to make sure they had plenty of time to get out, burn up some energy, and do their business before they are left alone in the house.
Looking at them standing there, waiting, I got the creepy feeling that I was looking at the offspring of Einstein. The dog in the Dean Koontz novel, "The Watchers".
They have done some pretty smart things in the past but I never really thought much about it. They are all purebred registered Siberian Huskies, and they are pretty smart dogs as the breed goes, but they have got my guard up now. Being able to tell time is very common, I am just not so sure about being able to tell the days of the week, and being able to tell time.
From now on out, I am going to be the watcher.
Watchers is a 1987 suspense novel by American author Dean Koontz. Along with Strangers, Lightning, and Midnight, Watchers is credited with establishing Koontz's status as a best-selling author.[1]
Watchers (novel)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watchers_(novel)
When she went into my mother's room and demanded she follow her, I ignored her, because she does this when she wants Mother and me in the same room. She is weird like that sometimes. She is not happy until she has the both of us in the same room, then she is as happy as a pig in feces.
Today Mother wasn't giving in to her, so she came to me whining. I asked her what she wanted and she led me to Mother's room. Of course, I thought she just wanted us in the same room, and she wanted me to be the one that changed rooms this time.
I told her to go pound sand, and was walking by to the living room, when she stopped, looked at me like I was crazy, and went into the kitchen. Now that is a no no. When I went into the kitchen to chastise her, she ran onto the porch and stood by her feeding bowl. I reminder her that it was not 3pm, their regular feeding time, so she still had 30 minutes to wait. She was not having it. She gave me plenty of mouth. Much more than usual. Then I noticed the others were waiting to be fed.
It hit me like a ton of bricks! Today is Wednesday. I always feed them a half hour earlier on Wednesdays, because I serve at the church, and I want to make sure they had plenty of time to get out, burn up some energy, and do their business before they are left alone in the house.
Looking at them standing there, waiting, I got the creepy feeling that I was looking at the offspring of Einstein. The dog in the Dean Koontz novel, "The Watchers".
They have done some pretty smart things in the past but I never really thought much about it. They are all purebred registered Siberian Huskies, and they are pretty smart dogs as the breed goes, but they have got my guard up now. Being able to tell time is very common, I am just not so sure about being able to tell the days of the week, and being able to tell time.
From now on out, I am going to be the watcher.
Watchers is a 1987 suspense novel by American author Dean Koontz. Along with Strangers, Lightning, and Midnight, Watchers is credited with establishing Koontz's status as a best-selling author.[1]
Quote:Einstein
A genetically altered golden retriever, created in a top-secret government laboratory, that has acquired a level of intelligence rivaling that of some human beings. Forms a close relationship with Travis and Nora.
Watchers (novel)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watchers_(novel)
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