Yesterday, Posie was outside – barking. I ran out to tell her to stop, so she ran to hide under a big leafy plant. Crouched really low, her whole head was covered by a leaf and she was absolutely silent – she was hiding. It was so obvious that she thought I couldn’t see her, since she couldn’t see me. But her little cloud feet were poking out the bottom, and all I could do was laugh.
The first night that Rupert spent in our house, we had lamb chops for dinner. The expensive type that I never normally buy. I put our plates down and went back to the kitchen to get a drink, and Rupert had stolen a chop right off my plate. He has subsequently done this with a muffin, a wheel of camembert and too many licks of ice cream. Posie is craftier – she will creep up to any food item, and just lick it. But she’ll make sure I see her do it, so that I’ll have no choice but to surrender the item to her.
I’ve already told the brown mouse story.
Rupert likes to play tricks on Posie. If she’s laying on the floor minding her own business, he likes to play a game where he will jump off the couch almost on top of her, to scare her. There have been a couple of times where they have both been facing me, so she can’t see him behind her. He will wag his tail, point with his nose towards her and smile, then jump – like he wants me to be in on the joke. Such a little thing, but it’s actually quite sophisticated that he can understand that she has her own mind and can’t see everything that he can see.
One time, there was a dog toy left on the ironing board. Posie was growling and I couldn’t figure out what she wanted, so she kept going and going. Eventually she got sick of waiting for me to catch up, so she started dragging things towards the ironing board – a pillow, a backpack. She stacked them on top of each other and was climbing on them to try to reach.
Posie seems to pride herself on being able to figure things out, so she gets absolutely irate about magic tricks. If you ever make something disappear in front of her, she will bark and bark at the betrayal.
They both know a bunch of words – Granny, Poppy, beach, dinner, bye, go, car, walk, treat, sit, lay down, quiet, Mummy, kiss, high five, chicken, ham, bedtime, later, all gone, help, wait, and “Nathan’s coming home”. Still can’t wrap their heads around “no” though.
Then there are bunch of things they do that are really dumb – both have a habit of leaping from the furniture without any thought about whether somebody is there to catch them, or eating bits of dust bunnies they found under the sofa, or all the times they have accidentally run into door frames.
Then there are things that I do that are really dumb – one time, Rupert had a smudge of something inky on his fur and I said, “Oh no! He has a bruise!”