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Quite a feat for a dog that size. He knew it too- he never looked quite so happy and contented as when he was in that position.
Of course.. he would insist on doing with his front two feet on your left thigh and his back two feet on your right thigh.
Ok.. so it wasn't really a trick. We could just never convince him he was too big to be a lap dog.
Our Anatolian Shepherd can crack a hazelnut in half...and just eat the nut. It's even a more impressive trick when you realize that this same dog has messily eaten a big chunk of a brand new floor, an arm of a couch, window screens, shoes and his crate mat. One of his most fascinating feats was taking the yellow pages out into the back yard (this is one big heavy book) and ripping out all of the pages on a very windy day. Our neighbors for blocks must've been thrilled.
She also knows exactly which coffee shops and drive throughs give out dog treats :)
My rotty used to be the same with shoes.
Deejay: *puts on heeled shoes*
Caine: "humph.. she's goin to work without me again"
Deejay: *puts on sneakers*
Deejay: *puts on jandals (flip-flops)*
Caine: "hangin out at home, huh? Can I have a biscuit?"
This one time, they featured a dog that could do maths. His owner would hold up 2 cards (and shout the numbers out) and then the dog would add them up and woof n times to indicate the answer. The owner would then shout "Well Done!".
Looked very impressive; but infact all the guy had trained the dog to do was woof until he said "Well Done!".. :)
In order to use our hose in peace, we have to lock her in the laundry room.
he is an incredible act though.
my 130 lb rottweiler has an amazing ability to sleep 16hrs or more per day... and eat, a lot.
"high 5" is his best trick. it's sad, really.
Now, since there's a top and bottom sliding lock he has to know that both must be released or the door won't open.
Then, when he's opened both latches he does a little kick out maneuver to open the large metal door, grabbing the flat ceiling grid of his LARGE cage with his beak and kicking out the door with one claw while holding onto it with the other claw.
All in about 20 seconds when he's motivated.
Scary.....who ever said "bird brain"? Raptor brain.
Next, we teach him (he teaches himself?) to make popcorn in the microware and serve martinis with a twist.
I taught my cat to high-five me with her forehead... on command.
One of my (9) cats will high-five me with her paw. She just figured it out over time. I just have to wave my palm near her and she will do it if she is in the mood.
Does this count - one of my cats will drink from the water faucet after I wash my hands, and they all follow me like a line of ducks when I go to check the mailbox. Too cute.
My sister and he have whole routines they go through. She taught him when she was very small and he was a baby to play peek-a-boo. She'll get down behind the arm of a chair and will pop up and say "boo" at him, then duck down, and pop up in a new place and say "boo" again. Now whenever she says "boo" to him, he twitches his whiskers and his tail and does a little squeaky meow-- even if he's asleep when she says it.
The game used to end when he got too excited and pounced on her face. He's eased up with that. Thankfully.
He also loves to ride around on people's shoulders like a parrot. You can see *everything* from five feet in the air...
It was when smudger began to age that I began to take a smug pleasure in his senior moments. He had become a little more senile - the fur of his coat attracting all manner of vegetable matter not least a six foot branch of holly and a brillo pad on one occasion. Then he began to limp - which for smudger bacame an issue because it forced him to walk in small anti-clockwise circles, this of course made me chuckle, but things began to get worse - he would get this paw caught in his food bowl which in turn would ciculate around the kitchen floor with him, brillo pads and branches in tow.
This was, at first, hilarious - the evil little thing had his just deserves!..
...but slowly my smugness was replaced with a sombre realisation that my old foe was not the vicious little swine he once was. :( I began to miss the battles, the yapping had ceased and eventually the poor blighter passed away.
To Smudger, You didn't do tricks - You bit me alot, cost me a minor fortune in clothing and made an excellent mop but I loved you anyway.
Don't know if there is a moral to the tale - but hey, if I could do battle with him again it'd be great. :)
We have another cat that will turn off the alarm clock for you. Yes, that has made me late to work a few times. He also knows how to turn on the bedside lamp if he wants your attention in the middle of the night.
We also had a cat that learned to pee in the toilet. It really freaked my Mom out the first time she heard it. She thought she was alone in the house, when she heard peeing from one of the bathrooms!
We now have a Siamese that snake-bites my hubby. He also proudly carries things around, hunting down chunks of plastic and bringing them in like dead mice.
While in the Peace Corps, I had a bird who called the cat, meowed, and sneezed with his whole body, rearing back "ahhh" throwing head forward "choo". Based on me sneezing at the sun. Anyone with birds knows that birds don't really sneeze like humans!