Being Smart Is Not Enough, #7664.

[mrissa]

Ista and I were out raking leaves. She is a poodle, not bred for northern climes, so we put a jacket on her when she's outside in the fall and winter, so that we can get some energy run off her before she's a mass of shivering bones. (She is also a fairly skinny poodle. Gets bored with eating and wanders off: I already smelled that. That's my girl. Sigh.)

Anyway, so she went under the deck, where monkeys cannot go, in her jacket, and she came out nekkid.

I said, "Ista, where's your jacket?"

She looked at me speculatively. We have only done "where's" with Piggy, and Piggy was Inside. The monkeys have been very clear that Piggy Stays Inside. Clearly I did not mean Piggy.

I said, "Jacket. Where's your jacket?"

She went and stabbed her nose downwards through the boards of the deck near the door to the sun porch. I followed her and looked. Sure enough, I could see a little bit of purple fleece. "Clever girl," I sighed. No way could we reach under there. Not even with the fing-longer. Well, someone could go under there.

I said, "Go get it, Ista! Get your jacket!" So off she trotted under the deck, and I heard scuffling and pulling and scuffling, and eventually she emerged without jacket. I think it's caught on something, a board under the deck or something. As usual, being smart is helpful but not sufficient.

Sigh.

Comments

[timprov.livejournal.com]

She may have gone under in order to get the jacket off in the first place. In which case she may have gotten it stuck on something on purpose. Or it may not actually be stuck on anything at all.

It's unnerving having a dog who can think two levels higher than you. Especially when she doesn't do it very often.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure it's stuck: I could hear her tugging, and I'm not sure what else she would have been tugging on. Gopher butt, I guess.