I’ve been posting a lot lately about Israel. And anti-Semitism. And being Jewish. The importance of being Jewish. I’ve been posting a lot about all this.
But this writing, this is not about that.
This is about our dog. Moose. This is about Moose.
Isn’t he great. I mean, look at him. He has this amazingly beautiful face. (as does my husband, a whole other writing for a whole different day)
And look at his incredible reddish-brown coat and his big brown eyes. And he is so friggin’ smart. You can hear his brain thinking.
And so fun and sweet and cuddly and overwhelming and demanding and he wants to play all the time and I am not another puppy but he thinks I am at times and so often this is a bit much for me but I do it anyway because, well… because.
Curious how you think we are doing with our training of our dog? With training Moose?
I would guess and gander that you would think not so good, right? I mean, he is standing on the dining table.
You should see him get up here. He literally bounces up…like all four feet flat on the floor and then up in the air. To land on the table. No running start for him, no sir. He’s like Tigger.
It makes us laugh.
I’m thinking we just tell people that we trained him to jump up here. From all four feet, flat on the floor and then up in the air. We’ll just say we trained him to do this. This really cool trick. We’ll call it a table trick. The dog on the table kind of table trick, not the multiplication tables kind of table trick.
We’ll say we taught him this table trick that is more like a parlor trick.
And God is he smart, he learned it in one go. He actually learned it before we even taught it to him. That’s how smart he is.
Good boy, Moose. You are such a good dog.
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