Paco, my German Shepherd puppy, never ceases to amaze me with his brilliance.
It took him all of five seconds to teach me my first trick: Fetch.
I, on the other hand, had been retrieving his bones for him (which, I might add, I did with amazing alacrity) for well over five minutes before I even realized he’d hoodwinked me.
In my defense, he was VERY sneaky about it. He did it under the guise of being a supremely obedient puppy.
He was being such a good boy, staying on his bed like he was supposed to.
Every time he “accidentally dropped” his bone he remained on his bed and stared so very forlornly at the bone just beyond his reach. I felt bad for him, as if he was being penalized for behaving.
So every time he “dropped” his bone, I lovingly returned it.
At first I was perplexed that he kept losing his bones. After all, my baby boy is a smart puppy, right?
And then it dawned on me. He is a smart puppy. A very smart puppy.
It wasn’t the way he flung the “accidentally dropped bone”, causing it to fly upwards and outwards as it “fell” from his mouth, that clued me in. It was the adorable, all-knowing glint in his eye as he watched me retrieve it for him.
I’ve stopped playing that game, but it does make me wonder, a little every day. What game I might be playing, what new trick have I learned, that I don’t yet know I’ve been taught.