She came across an IQ test for dogs. Stuff like finding treats and problem solving.
Why was she even looking? Have I ever failed to find a treat? And she can get really creative about where she hides them.
So, we didn’t do it. The test gave the dog half a minute to solve the problems to get the highest score… Boring! I can find a treat and get it out from where she’s hidden it in seconds!
There were extra points if it was paws only, not muzzle. She bought me a toy a while ago, a puzzle where she hides treats in compartments and I have to choose the right compartments and slide open the lids with my paws to get the treats. It says ‘fifteen minutes of fun for your dog’ on the box.
I did it in fifteen the very first time. Seconds, though, not minutes.
Then there was half a minute to get a towel off my head… who needs half a minute?
Another where you have to get a treat out from under a low place. No problems there!
According to the test thing, that makes me a genius.
Now, a real genius, I would have thought, would have their two-legses properly trained. It saves a lot of hassle. Treats would arrive pretty much on demand… like every time they go in the kitchen. Dinner would be shared. The fridge kept properly stocked with chicken and cheese. The two-legs would know how to fetch and throw the ball and do so pretty constantly… and be ready to play out as soon as it snows. Normally, I just make her get the ball when
I hide it it goes under the furniture. She likes playing hide and seek and it is good for her. Keeps her moving.
So actually, I score pretty highly there too 😉
But then there are places, she says, that tell you not to get an intelligent breed if you want a quiet life and if things like obedience matter. Where’s the fun in that? She looked at me funny when she said it too.
The thing is, I have a problem with all this intelligence malarkey. According to the clever two-legses who make up these tests, I am as intelligent as a small two-legs pup. And none of the animals are anywhere near as intelligent as a two-legs.
Now, that seems a bit wrong to me. I might not have the same level of two-legs’ intelligence as a two-legs, but how many two-legses have the same four-legs intelligence as me? We don’t think the same. Stuff doesn’t matter to us in the same way.
Four-legses have been training you two-legses for centuries…and you didn’t even notice until the cats got in on the act.
Two-legses chase things till it hurts… always wanting ‘better’ things. I just chase things for fun. I get room service, a warm place to sleep, lots of walks and fresh air and loads of cuddles. And I don’t have to be anything except me. All she asks of me is to be there and share her days. So I’m there when she laughs, there when she cries (and under the desk when she runs a bath. Just in case.)
So if we are talking intelligence here, maybe we should have a bit of a think about that…