I found a little something I shared on Facebook, December 13, 2009. Brings back the tears. If you’ve read The True Story of Dog Dharma and glanced at In Memory of My DogDharma — Otis, you’ll understand why.
My ♦Brilliant♦ Dog, OTIS
OK, this is just a little brag… Those who know me, know my dog, Otis, of course. Er…
Qui me amat, amet et canem meum.
(Who loves me will love my dog also.) ~~ Latin Saying (Doh!)
Now, for anyone who does •not• know, OTIS is a ‘she’ as her silly daddy picked her name before he picked the pup. She’ll be the first to complain about that marvel of dubious intellect… She’ll also let you know she is a •proud• Rat Terrier, AND a Scorpio dog…
But, what was I saying?? Oh, yes!! Well, OTIS loves those little neon yellow tennis balls just for pint-sized mutts. When daddy is too busy (um, like now, on FB), OTIS happily entertains herself, playing with her collection of little tennis balls.
Soz… I was sitting in front my computer, when I hear a scraping sound. At first, the waffling waves of scratchy sound fail to penetrate the veil of my clouded thoughts. Momentarily, however, I look around to investigate the mild auditory disturbance.
In my attempts to organize (haha!!) my wee castle, I’d temporarily hidden an empty box under my sofa. As I swiveled toward the sound, I see OTIS crouched under the sofa, pawing at the cardboard box. I watch in confusion as she maneuvers the box halfway out from under the sofa.
Here, I interject that OTIS was known to have a menagerie of up to 30 of these fluorescent yellow tiny tennis balls once upon a time. But since she plays with them at will, they disappear under furniture and in all manner of odd places. It became a twisted game of doggy daring… Deliberately bob the ball behind or under some large object and watch daddy contort himself like a pretzel to retrieve it for me… That is, until daddy figured out the canine manipulation and ceased to recover each and every missing bitty tennis ball. Now, there are typically 5 or 6 yellow balls in view at any instant, the rest, who knows where?
Soz… OTIS has this empty cardboard box tugged halfway out from under the sofa, and dolt that I am, I figure a tennis ball went behind the box, and she’s attempting to snatch it back for more play. Duped into her seeming manipulation, I stand to assist her. And upon standing, I immediately notice that the target of her efforts — a bright little yellow tennis ball — is nestled in a corner of the empty box!!
So, I tell her, “Go on then, get it out!” And OTIS cranes her head over the top of the box, reaches down, grasps the fuzz of the tennis ball by the skin of her teeth, and gingerly mouths it for continued bouncy solo play!!
My dog is a freakin’ ○GENIUS○ !!! She played. She lost her tennis ball. She found her lost tennis ball in a box under the sofa by scent of nose alone — because she could not ~possibly~ have seen it there. She had the unabashed skill to shove the box out from under the sofa, where she could access the wayward tennis ball. And having done this, she successfully completed her mission, retrieving the ball ALL ON HER OWN !!!
Hope this little “tail” put a smile on your face like it did mine!! And I guess the moral of the story is… If OTIS can do THIS, then •you• and •I• can do ANYTHING !!!
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