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Our pets are so precious to us, they are far more than just animals that we look after and have around for company. They become our best friends, and one of the purposes of the family. Although it’s very easy to bond emotionally with our pets, sharing a cuddle or playing games together will do that, being on the same wavelength intellectually is less common.
Sure, you are able to train your dog, hamster or rat to be obedient,( cats too, but that may prove to be a little more difficult !) but what we have here are true geniuses, unique personalities that go far beyond what we would imagine from an animal!
This list, compiled by Bored Panda , is about those hours when animals have surprised us with their intelligence. When people were able to understand just what their pets were thinking, and communicate with them on a higher level! Scroll down to check them out for yourself, and feel free to share your own articulated animals narratives in the comments below!
This is a completely true tale. Weird, but true, and proves a really impressive level of intelligence in my cat. It happened when I was a teenager.
I’m sitting on the couch, and my cat strolls into the room and starts meowing loudly, but not coming to me. So I stand up and go toward him, and he starts walking away, so I follow. He results me, meowing the whole way and looking back to make sure I’m following, to the bathroom. Weird, right? Just wait.
So we’re in the bathroom, and he hops up on the toilet and, get this, he Pee-pee IN IT. I was floored. One, he pee-pee in the toilet. Like a person. He’d never done that before. It’s impressive that he knew what a toilet was for. But two, he brought me there to show me. Why? This is where the real intelligence comes into it.
Well, he stops peeing and turns to look into the toilet and then looks at me. So I look in the toilet. It’s full of blood. He had a terrible kidney infection( as the veterinarian afterwards confirmed ), and this is how he told me.
Think of all the things he had to understand to do this !! He had to know he was sick and in which part of his body the infection was. He had to know that the bathroom was the place where I deal with the part of my body that matches up with his sick component. He had to know what a lavatory was for and how to employ it. And he knew that if I understood the problem, I’d be able to fix it.
Seriously, that cat was incredible.
We used to have a cockatoo, as well as some cats and dogs.
We were teaching the dogs some tricks, and the cockatoo was just doing his bird thing. Every day, the same routine: get some treats, call the dogs, sit, bide, lay down, roll over, get a treat, etc.
One night we were watching Tv and hear the cockatoo call the dog by name. “Sit. Stay. Lay down. Roll over. Good Boy”. We heard something made the floor, and then he called out the next dog’s name.
Walked into the kitchen to find the cockatoo in the place we always stand, devoting orders to the dogs( who were obeying !), and then pulling treats out of the beaker and falling them on the floor. This went on for some time.
Dogs now liked the cockatoo, and would let him ride on their backs. Cockatoo would call them, tell them to lay down, would climb on, and ride around like a king.
The dogs knew what’s up, would stroll to the kitchen, and stand by the counter. Cockatoo would hop up and fell them a treat, say “good boy”, and hop back on.
Funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I am diabetic and one night I fell on my carpet from weakness and disorientation. My beloved puppy, who now remainders in Heaven, brought my emergency kit from my bathroom counter so I could take my medication.
Just writing this post brought tears to my eyes.
I will always recollect you Bumper.
My cat yawned, so I stuck a thumb in his mouth. He sort of gazed at my curiously as he shut his mouth, but didn’t bite down hard. A few minutes later, he’s sitting on my chest and I yawn. He proceeds to put his whole paw in my mouth.
When was I was young my family moved a long distance with two pets, a cat and a puppy. My mom said that cats can try to run off to find home after a move so we had a cat collar with a long leash to hold her while we were unloading the trailers. I heard my Australian Shepherd bark twice on the back porch. Abby NEVER barked unless something was serious. I operated back there and my cat had run around a chair many times and then jumped off the chair with not enough room on leash to be on ground and was hanging there choking. When I rounded the corner Abby was trying to chew through the leash. Best puppy ever. Both cat and dog lived long happy lives.
I witnessed this with my uncle’s dog. My uncle was lying on the sofa and she was lying on his feet and legs. He let out a huge fart which was aimed directly at her face. She lifted her head and glared at him and he started chuckling. She got up and walked away in disgust. A few minutes later she came back, jumped up on his chest, stuck her butt in his face and farted on him and walked away. I chuckled so hard I cried and devoted her so many treats.
First Christmas we had our cat she saw us handing out presents and opening them and abruptly ran off. About twenty minutes later she comes back with a dead bird and fell it in the current heap. It’s uh definitely the thought that counts?
I had the best puppy ever. One night I was fast asleep and he was gently “biting” my hand just enough to wake me up. Once I woke up he started tugging on it as if to say, follow me. It was so weird. SO I follow him and he results me to the side door or my house, sits facing the door and barks ever so silently. I then realize someone is outside picking the lock. I called 911. It was a drunk guy , no idea what his intentions were once he got in, but my dog for some reason managed to get him arrested. He likely would have been frightened away had my dog only barked, but for some reason the old boy wanted to alert me quietly.
When I was an infant, I was in my crib next to my mothers bed. I somehow got twisted up and started suffocating in my blanket. This cat jumped on my mom’s face until she woke up, then jumped into my crib. Had it not been for her, I would have died.
My golden retriever leaves a shoe on the bed, without fail, for my wife or I to find if we are both run at the same time. My hypothesi is that she did it once, and we came home, so now she does it every time we leave to ensure that we come back. Like a doggy superstition.
After doing this for years, my spouse had to leave the country for a week. My first day back from work, there was a shoe on the bed. Normal. After my second day back( wife is still run ), there were three shoes on the bed. After my third day returning from run alone, every shoe and boot in the house was laid out on the bed and lounges, and all of my wife’s dirty socks were in a bowl.
It may not be the smartest thing she’s ever done, but it really made me think about how she thinks.
When I was a kid, we had two dogs: a Pyrenean Shepherd, and a Labrador Retriever. The Retriever was a goofy idiot, but the Shepherd was smart.
One day, the Retriever gets loose( “weve all” tie-in him up in the yard because he kept chasing things and running away ), and the Shepherd operates after him. We never even realized what had happened until we considered the Shepherd coming back with the Retriever, holding the would-be runaway’s leash in his mouth, and leading him back to the house.
Must have been a weird sight for the neighbors.
If all of the spots on the couch were taken, my puppy would scratch the door to go out and when someone gets up he would take their spot.
My cat( about 4 months old at the time) hadn’t come back for at least 2 days and I looked for her everywhere. I was get worried since she never truly left for more then a couple of hours. I guess my Labrador sensed how worried I was and realized it was because of the cat. So he decided to run out the door, while I wasn’t playing attention.( He also knows how to open doors .) I didn’t realise till subsequently and I thought I had lost both of them. When around 8p m I heard meowing coming from outside. When I appeared outside I insured my laboratory holding my kitten by the head.
My chickens held a funeral.
In our flock of perhaps ten bantams, there was one elderly, respected hen. Even the brash rooster, who would spend most of his time chasing other chickens away from ‘his’ feed, meekly attained space for Grey Girl when she slowly constructed her way over to the chicken feed. She was mother and grandmother to many of them, and you could tell how much they esteemed her.
One morning, I open the chicken coop as usual, but not a chook was to be seen. Normally they’d be all running out to find the night’s bounty of glitches, but not this morning. I walk inside the pen to find what’s up.
There is a circle of chickens. An actual circle, with Grey Girl’s body right in the middle. All the chooks are making this weird roaring sound, which I had never heard before. I am in no doubt they were mourning the happen of their elder mother.
What’s more, the body was lying outside the shed where she would have been roosting. There is a good chance that she was actually pulled out of the claustrophobic, poo-filled shed and placed in the open space by the chickens, so they could pay their respects.
After about half an hour the chooks all wandered off and I buried the body. And I never watched that behaviour again.
We had a dog that liked to roam the neighborhood too much so we installed one of those wireless fencings that give a shock from a collar when you traverse it. The statute requires it to beep and devote a warn before the shock to train the dog to stop, which is good. But she figured out that if she got near it then it would start beeping. So she went to where the beeping started and laid down. Then only lay there until the beeping stopped and she knew the battery was drained and too weak to shock her so she would just walk across.
Not current pet but a puppy I had as a teenager.
Dog jumps up on the couch
“No, you’re not allowed on the couch, go lie in your bed”
Dog leaves the room. A moment later he returns with his bed and hurls it on the couch. Gets back up on the lounge in his bed and stares at me.
” … Fair enough…”
My neighbor is a zoo-keeper and he loves working with the chimpanzees and the otters.
Story about the chimp: he was closing up this one male chimps sleeping cage for the night, and then realised he’d lost his keychain. He saw the chimp holding them, and asked to get them back. Chimp refused. He then said “here, I will give you a banana for the key! ” Chimp then proceeded to unhook ONE key from the key chain and hand it back to him. 18 bananas afterwards, and the keys were returned. This chimp is quite famous in Scandinavia – he was rejected from his mom as a newborn and was raised with the zoo-keepers family until he was re-introduced to the flock around a year later. There’s books and TV-series( from the 70 s) about him.
I had a German shepherd when I was little that would run around our backyard and madly( but very gently) eliminating the toads he found from the yard when he saw us getting ready to mow the lawn. He was the sweetest guy.
My old pit bull just knew when I was suicidal and came for nuzzles. Just would sit there whilst I cried into her fur and patiently wait it out then lick me and stay longer.
My dog is super sneaky. He’s not allowed on the furniture, and never ever tries to get up on the couch or bed unless we invite him. One day I was taking a shower and had forgotten a body washing I had just bought, so I left the shower running and ran out to my room to grab it really fast. I procured him on the couch merrily rolling around on his back. As soon as he realise I was there he froze for a moment, jumped off the couch and ran to his bed. That’s when I realized the little dork waits for me to get in the shower to get on the furniture and knows to listen for me to turn the shower off so he knows when to stop!
I snuck downstairs and watched my small dog exquisitely push the chairs and a couple cardboard boxes around into an specific orientation, then wildly parkour across the objects in order to get to my dinner sitting on the table. He also carefully moved the fork out of the way utilizing his claws so that it wouldn’t make any noise. I advised him of my presence right before he started eating and he simply froze and then looked actually guilty. In addition, when I have a panic attack, my puppy will sometimes bring me his favorite stuffed animal because I assume he thinks it will comfort me like it comforts him.
One of my cats learned how to turn the internet off. I entail, he realise everbody goes crazy when he goes behind the TV stand and messes up with the wires.
So when we’re not paying enough attention to him( usually if we’re on our phones or the computer ), he just unplugs the router. I don’t think he knows how much power he has.
Every morning for breakfast I always eat fruit and that weekend there was a farmers market selling fruit for cheap so I bought a TON. I couldn’t fit them in the fridge so I left a few purses on the side in the dining room( reachable distance)
I shit you not, I woke up and was surprised to see an apple next to me. Over the coming few days, my dog would get up in the morning, go in the bag, and get a fruit to put next to me on the bed. He proceeded to do this for the next two weeks until we operated out.
My dog Bailey( Lab/ Husky) and her BFF Tess( Boxer) were in our backyard playing around. Tess, being a total idiot as usual, decided to go exploring in the back( all forest, mounds, creeks and such) and takes off. Not wanting to lose both puppies, my daughters called Bailey to stay.
They tried calling Tess for 10 minutes before they discovered me to come help. I came and tried the same for a few minutes. Once I realized that there were no sights or sounds of Tess, I turned to Bailey, and said, “Bailz, where’s Tess? “
We played this game with Bailey regularly. She would find anyone in our family if you asked her to. So I sent her off into the forest go looking for Tess. No hesitation on Bailey’s part.
Another 10 minutes go by. Sun is going down. Forest is quiet. We start calling for Bailey to return. Sure as shit , not 2 minutes later, they both come back. It was from some distance too as we could hear them crashing through the bush a ways off.
Bailey knew she done good. Acted like she simply cured cancer. Many cookies were had.
I had a cat that learned how to open the fridge, and then my dog started begging my cat for food. And then the cat started getting into the fridge simply to feed the dog.
I patiently await the day where my pets decide to overthrow me and have me fixed. I’m not opposing it, that’ll only make it worse in the long run.
While I was out, my puppy pulled a piece of paper out of the trash and pooped on it so that he wouldn’t turd on the floor.
I had a cat, a good friend, a long long time ago whom I still miss. He was a big tabby with awesome tan/ orange stripes. I would climb up to the roof sometimes to avoid my housemates and relax and stare at the moon. One night I climbed up there, and he was up there. He insured me and seemed to get very happily excited to see me. He operated to one edge of the roof, appeared down, then looked at me. Then, he operated to another edge, seemed down, looked at me. He did that at every edge. I figured out what he was doing. At the last one, I said, “ok. Thank you for showing me. Don’t worry. I won’t go too far and fall off.” He seemed very satisfied, walked to me, and laid on my chest, and we watched the moon together.
One of my cats back when I was a kid, Thomas, got a urinary tract infection somehow. We would’ve never known because he’s both an indoor and outdoor cat and usually went outside to alleviate himself.
One day he jumped up into the bathroom sink, pushed the plunger down to stop the water leaving the basin, and pissed in it. Afterward he stood over it crying until someone came and considered the bloody urine in the bowl.
He discovered a route to directly tell us “Yo, something’s wrong with me.”
He could also open doors on his own.
My gentle giant of a newfoundland did that growling once.
We were on a road trip and I had to pee. Accidently picked a gas station in a bad part of town but I had to go. Left the dog in the car and while I ran in i got asked for money to which I responded I don’t have any on me. Had the following dialogue on the way out.
Him: “I’ll walk you to your auto so you can find your money”
Him( while following me ): “it’s no big deal I can wait for you to find it”
I’m freaking out now trying to figure out of I can get into the car and lock the door fast enough. Come back to consider my newfoundland – the gentlest dog ever baring get big ass teeth and doing the once in a lifetime growl through a cracked window.
The guy SPRINTED away. Then We drove through a McDonald’s and get her a whole cheese burger( which she never get)
I had a pair of gold fish that grew to be quite big. Their names were nemo and toad. When nemo was dying toad did everything in his power to “revive” him. Including swimming alongside him and under him to boost him up and giving up larger potions of the food. After the nemo passed out frog get super depressed. He wouldn’t eat at all and spent all day moving the little pebbles at the bottom of the fish tank from one side of the tank to the next. he died not long after
My chocolate lab woke me up one night barking in my face. I was really mad because he does that. When i got up to see what was up I soon realized I was having a massive Heart attack. He saved my life. Thanks Luke.
We lived in an apartment complex that didn’t allow pets. Unfortunately the people who frequently drove into the complex and dumped unwanted cats& dogs weren’t aware that residents weren’t allowed to have pets. One evening, there was an orange tabby crying piteously in the yard behind our build just 25 yards from one of the busiest roads in our city. The neighbor across the breezeway said that she saw him tossed out of a auto that morning. I are concerned that he would get creamed on the road and spent two hours sitting in the grass next to him with a bowl of ground hamburger to earn his trust. I had no idea what I was going to do with him after that, I simply didn’t want to see him starve or get run over.
After a few weeks we worked out a living arrangement – he stayed in the apartment during the day with food and water and a bed and then went outside at night. We had to keep his presence hidden so that the apartment management wouldn’t penalty us or evict us. We couldn’t keep cat food bowl outside or a litter box inside( the staff collected garbage, so they’d know if I was dumping employed cat litter ). Due to his effervescent personality we started calling him Jonsey, the Shithead( Aliens reference ). We were working on a solution house him permanently, but it was going to be a few more months before we could either get him into a rescue or move to a new residency that allowed pets.
One night, during a round of terrible thunderstorms and heavy rain Jonsey was less than thrilled to head outside and we weren’t hot on the relevant recommendations either. So he curled up in the corner of the couch and we headed to bed. The following morning I woke up and stumbled for the coffee maker. My spouse asked me if the reason I was so tired was because I was up late cleaning up after the cat. I had no idea what he was talking about. He told me to look in the kitchen sink. There was a dishrag lying in the bottom of the sink and when I moved it there was cat poop in the drainage. It took me few seconds to figure out what I was looking at and what it mean. To my husband it appeared as if I had cleaned up cat turd and, in abhorrence had just thrown it in the sink to deal with it in the morning. What had actually happened was that Jonsey needed to use the bathroom and, instead of using any of my many houseplants, the corner, or just about anywhere else, he had chosen the absolute best alternative to a litter box available to him – the empty kitchen sink. He’d done his business and courteously covered it over with the dishtowel I always kept draped over the neck of the faucet. He earned a forever home with us and we moved to a home a few months after that.
We had pot belly pigs when we were little because my brother and I were allergic to cats and puppies. Smart little f* ckers. My friend and I would always yell “MOM! Mom! “, so one day my mama left for a couple days and the swine get upset. One of them started squealing and then opening it’s mouth so it voiced like “MMMMMAMAMA”. Then the other one started doing it. So we had two pigs in the house screaming for mama. It was creepy as f* ck.
On the few days I get to sleep in, if my cat decides his breakfast is too late he has learned to wake me up for it.
early on, I apparently learned to sleep through his MRROOOOOOOWs by the bedside; as day went by, I learned to roll over& ignore him when heaEUR( tm) d bat at me with his pawsaEUR |
aEUR | so heaEUR( tm) s learned to get me up the one style I canaEUR( tm) t sleep through: heaEUR( tm) ll take a single claw& drag it very gently over my eyelid. it doesnaEUR( tm) t hurt at all, but IaEUR( tm) m hard-pressed to think of a more peculiar feeling.
When I was in high school, my cat P.C.( short for personal computer which was my DadaEUR( tm) s idea) woke my Dad up in the middle of the night by knocking herself into my parentsaEUR( tm) door and meowing very loudly. My Dad began to follow her downstairs not knowing why and she stopped at the air vent in the kitchen. My Dad immediately turned off the air. Turns out something caught on fire in the ventilate and the smoke detector hadnaEUR( tm) t picked it up yet.
I’ve had dogs all my life but the 3 I have now are all very special to me. They’re severely smart. They’ll turn on the outside hose when they get thirsty on a hot day( even though they have ice water inside) but they’ll also get the bathroom doorway open when you’re taking a shower and turn the shower off when they think you’ve been showering for too long.
They’re very smart but very scary. When my SO and I were walking around after we got done define the tent up at a family camping trip-up( my SOs family) I went to go take a leak. So I took two of our German Shepherds to the bathroom with me and left her with one. She can handle them all of course but with deer and squirrels and stuff you merely don’t know. I trust them to listen to her but why take a chance.
So while I’m in the bathroom and my two puppies are hanging around outside I hear a distant but very angry and aggressive bark. Now, my dogs are very well trained and don’t bark for no reason unless told to. I hear one of my two let out a “wtf? ” bark and another distant bark from my SOs dog.
At that phase my dogs start going crazy so I’m like what the f ** k might as well let them go. I let them go and they just barrel over to where I left my SO, I’m talking full run and barking. Of course I pick my pace up and I get a look at the situation. It’s three guys cornering in on my lady. Only thing holding them off was the dog she had.
I have to tell my SO to let her dog go right as my two get to her. All the dogs pounced at what seemed like precisely the same time and they all end up on the ground.
But after that my puppies just take a seat right on top of the three guys. They don’t even try to fight the dogs off at that point. Ten seconds later after I called the dogs off I figure out why. All three puppies have bitten virtually through one of each guys arms.
It’s smart not to f ** k with person with a dog, or worse multiple dogs.
I had taken my german shepherd out for a hike in an abandoned conservation area. It was a hot day, there was a creek with a deep pool, so I decided to strip nekkid and go for a swim. The dog and I splashed around a bit, then we got out, I pulled on my clothes, and carried on down the trail.
My dog, however, wouldn’t follow. She was starting at something in the grass. I called, she appeared up at me and then seemed back at the grass. I went over to see what was so enthralling … turns out my vehicle keys had fallen out of my pocket and she wasn’t budging until I picked them up.
I have pet rats. One of them broke a tooth, and the infection spread to her brain( the teeth go all the route up above the brain ). I had her on antibiotics, but she was a bit “tilted” to one side. When the issue is out on a table, I noticed her falling over near the edge of the table, and was afraid that she would fall.
However, before I have time to react and move, another of my rats stroll up to her, takes a firm but careful grip around the base of her tail and pulls her away from the edge of the table.
Now, I know one should be careful in placing human believes in animal heads, but usually, a rat “biting” another rat’s tail is a surefire style to start a fight, and I can’t assure any other reason to do it except that she saw ahead , noticed the potential problem, figured out what to do to solve it and implemented that solution.
My cat has figured out how to turn on my heated mattress pad. Its simply a little foot pedal near the headboard. With out fail I come home everyday to it cranked and her nuzzled down near the foot of my bed, where the coils double.
In the winter I sometimes wake up hot as hell and realise she’s turned it on while I was sleeping.
I was at the park with my dog and started talking to another puppy owned. He get bored and decided to leave without me. As soon as I realised I operated out of the park to find him strolling down the street toward my home, the road was pretty busy so I nearly shat myself and started sprinting down the street after him.
I assured him seem both styles, wait for the traffic to stop for him and then cross the road.
By the time I caught up to him he had already intersected and was just having a casual stroll home.
About two weeks ago, just before we had to have him put down, I went to pick him up from the vets. They said he had improved overnight, the moment they said he could go home he jumped off my lap and went straight to the door. He maintained looking back at me as if to tell me to hurry up.
He was a brilliant dog.
I work at a pet store, and a big one of the purposes of the job is listening to people talk about how great their average-ass pets are. But human, every now and then you get a good one. We have a family that owns a couple of African Grey parrots. When the kids were adolescents, the parents went out of town for the weekend, specifying there should be no parties whatsoever in their absence. Naturally the kids hurl the party, and manage to clean up brilliantly. They virtually got away with it until at dinner the night the parents returned, the Greys started making this whole new scope of audios including the voice of a brew pop tab opening, and the sounds of ping pong balls making plastic cups and the floor. Busted by birds.
She saved my life. I was sleeping, and started going into a diabetic seizure. My SO at the time was a very heavy sleeper( her puppy ). She jumped on the bed, whining and barking until my SO woke up. Ambulance was called, life was saved.
There was a fire in my building once. My old kitty screamed at me until I followed her into a low corner of the bedroom. The air there was much clearer and I hid there with her until I was rescued by the firemen. She saved me that day. She’s gone now, but she was my best friend for 18 years.
When I was a stupid kid, I was eating warhead hard candies. Instead of eating them like a normal person, I was squeezing one end and shooting it into my mouth. Well, I squeezed too hard and it got lodged in my throat. I induced it to the back entrance( my dad was in the garage) before I collapsed. My cat ran out, and started swatting at my daddy and got him to follow her. That was scary.
I have two horses, Red, and Mickey.
They are yarded next to each other, and there is enough of a gap in the fence that a clever horse may work out that is able to merely was also able to pinch the others hay through it.
Red took it a step further and realised that if he was able to steal Mickey’s hay, Mickey could steal his…
So he waits until Mickey is confused by his bucket feed, and then Red takes his own fodder from his own feeder and deposits it across the yard, where it’s safe.
He then goes back and takes Mickey’s hay and deposits it where it is safe.
Then Red eats his hard feed and two lots of hay.
We had to move all the hay feeders.
My youngest son, a two time cancer win, was retrieving from a particularly ugly round of methotrexate. He was home recovering and my Pomeranian, who was always at my heel, wouldnaEUR( tm) t leave his side. I was curious but not concerned and continued my morning chores. I was in the next room when Ping came in like Lassie and barked until I came to see. He returns to my sons side and began to shiver. My son was playing xbox, and seemed ok. I turned to go back to my chores and Ping let out a howl I didnaEUR( tm) t think he was capable of and as I turned my son was confiscating, full grand mal seizures that I recall clearly 11 years later. I was just in time to keep him from making head first on the hardwood floors. We merely set my little Ping down last month. He was my best friend for 17 years, and my sons hero forever. We miss you Ping.
I had a genius ferret. All of my ferrets were smarter than you might expect, but Mia was ridiculous. I have tons of narratives, but hereaEUR( tm) s my favourite.
My roommates and I used to hangout in a Tv room that had door route with no door( entranceway ?). Since I wanted the ferret to be able to run around while we were there, I put a baby gate across the exit. Took her ten seconds to climb it, of course.
I then wrap the gate in carpet runner, so she couldnaEUR( tm) t scale it. She tried for a long time, but could find anything to get a grip on. Three of us are all kind of marveling at her commitment.
She stops trying to climb, and only freezes for a minute, her eyes panning around the room like sheaEUR( tm) s concocting a scheme, and then she starts eyeballing a shoebox on the other side of the room. Eyes up on the gate, back to the box, back to the gate. My buddy says aEURoeNo f* cking way. You suppose sheaEUR( tm) s figured it out? aEUR
She strolls over to the box and starts sliding it across the floor, stopping every foot or so and checking her progress. Ultimately gets to the gate, hops on the box and jumps up and grabs the top of the gate. Whoop sheaEUR( tm) s up and over and dancing down the hallway.
Dogs are awesome. I had a gentle giant growing up and once a guy drove up the road at double the legal velocity in a narrow, distorted medieval street near a school, virtually hitting both my daddy and my dog.
My dad loudly hollered “asshole” and gestured at the car, and the guy, demonstrating he was even more an asshole than previously thought, stopped his car, got out and did a few steps to threaten my dad.
My dog gently sat down, managed to make his fur doubling in sizing, and did the various kinds of growl you only hear dogs do once or twice in their lifetime, the kind that says “You better not make one more step”. My papa did not even have the time to think of an answer before the guy did a full U turn and got back in his car to drive away.
My dad had a hard time telling us the story because he was laughing so much at the responding to the guy made.
Also, considering it’s about being intelligent, my old dog understood how to open silently the doors where the treats where and close them back, but never did it when someone was around. We had to cinema him.
He also figured out once that every now and then, some old dames would gather up in the house next door which was owned by the municipality to host club events. He knew when they would come somehow and would climb the garden wall to get some biscuits from them. I miss him.
I once tried to set my roommate’s puppy in his kennel. Sweet dog–he obeyed me and went inside without a fuss, then looked at me like, “okay , now what? ” I shut the door, put the latch down, and told him to stay in there like a good son. He gave me this looking that said “are you serious with this? ” Without missing a beat, he calmly lifted the latch with his nose and walked out of the kennel.
I have a three month old pup who got grime in her eye one day. Th eye kept tearing up and she held it partilly shut for a few hours. During that time I felt really bad for her and handed out a lot of treats. Since then, when I am eating, she prays by winking that eye with a tiny whimper. Her wink is nonstop. If she’s called by someone else in the home she looks at them with perfect eyes. I get the “broken eye” Once she gets the goods -fully working eyes.
When I was creating my chicks and they were about teen age, my one hen died suddenly. I got home and her friend was having a fit in the coop, then when I pulled her out to go bury her he only sat and watched wholly silent. I picked him up to return him to the coop, and he simply shut his eyes, resolved down, and sat wholly silent in my arms for about an hour. It violated my heart. I never knew chickens could mourn until then.
We had one remarkably intelligent pet rat. There was a number of intelligent things he did, but here are some highlights.
His much larger older brother was maintaining him away from one of the food dishes on the first level. He chews a hole in the bottom of a box on the highest level and moves it down to the first level. He manages to move the box, with him inside it, and the hole he chewed perfectly aligned with the food dish. He camped his box right over the bowl, with him in it, blocking two brothers out, where he was able to eat in peace.
He was the master of manipulating his surrounding. Inside their enclosure was a number of levels and boxes. He would push them around, nest them, or chew them to get wherever he wanted to go. It was like watching someone playing a video game where they had to arrange boxes to get where they wanted. It was all the more impressive given he had limited mobility from his rear legs, and more than compensated in this way.
We would put puzzles filled with treats in their cage to give them something to solve. Without fail he was always the one to solve them , no matter how many layers we would put on them.
He had a few tumors removed over the course of his life. Without fail he always seemed to remove his sews a day or so before he was scheduled to go back in for removal. Provided he was able to reach them. Everyone else would either leave them be or immediately try to remove them.
No matter where you would put food blocks, he would carefully pick them up and place them in designated food bowls.
He was highly vocal in the way some dogs, like huskies are. Unlike others he would modulate his creaks to try and communicate.
RIP Felix, you brilliant little rat.
I had a yabbie in my freshwater tank that is a genius. I one day watched him collect some food pellets into his cave, wait for the fisheries industry today feed the rest then a few minutes later place them in front of the cave entrance, then attacked and feed a fish that came to eat the pellets.
He stockpiled his snack to subsequently bait an even better dinner. That f* cker is in his own tank now.
The smartest thing I’ve watched my cat do is referee when my girlfriend’s kitten was trying to fight her older cat. We had originally terrified because my cat was find as a stray and you can tell that he’s had his ass kicked in a few fightings back in the day.
When we adopted him, when he’d hear the other cats start playfighting, he’d rush out to be there too. He weighed about twice as much as the next biggest cat, and we knew almost nothing about his personality at the time, so of course this filled us with terror. Well, we followed him out into the next room, and he had just managed to perch himself on the coffee table, above specific actions, and was just watching.
When the older cat switched from playing to get genuinely exasperated with the kitten, he tagged in so the other cat could get away. For months he would do this, so we figured he may have helped create kittens when he was stray.
Anyway, his personality is great, and he’s a sweet dumb son and the best lap cat you could ask for. The vet at the shelter thought he would want to be an outside cat, but once we got him home it was very plain that that was not the case. I could leave the door open all day and he wouldn’t go anywhere; this cat has no interest in being outdoors again.
I have a parrot. We have a black cat called shadow and he comes when we say his name. One day I hear Oliver( my parrot) saying “Shadow! Darknes! ” while he’s in the kitchen on the stool. I look outside and shadow is at the door begging to be let in.
Also once I accidentally woke Oliver up and he started growling, “sh* t sh* t sh* t! “
My roommate’s dog. We were taking care of another dog for a few days and he was staying at our house. They got along well enough, but guest puppy maintained trying to play and resident puppy never wanted to. One evening, resident puppy strolls in to the living room to find visitor puppy is in her favorite spot on the lounge. She immediately barks, falls into a play prow, and starts jumping around to play with him. Visitor dog get super excited that she ultimately wants to play and abandons the couch. Resident dog falls the playacting and reclaims her rightful throne.
Carries his bone to you and pushes it into your hand. Then he starts chewing the other objective of it while you hold it. When you try to pull on the bone to perhaps start a tug-of-war game with him, he stops chewing and gives you a look like, “What the heck? Just hold it. You’re the one with opposable thumbs.”
Not my current puppy, but the family dog we got when I was a teen. I came home and went to my room and she’s merely barking for no reason. Not furiously, but an unfamiliar cadence and enough to be annoying. I finally come out of my room to insure what she wants. I look out the window and see my auto trunk lid hadn’t latched all the route and was wide open. Not that I had much of value in there, but as a contravene college student in a neighborhood where anything not nailed down gets stolen, I thought it was pretty awesome of her. She got extra treats and pets that day.
Husband used to have a large cat who, if his breakfast was “late”, would live the lavatory seat up a few inches with his head then let go. BAM-bam-bam-m-m-m
I put a pot of water on the stove and while waiting for it to simmer I went and got involved in something else and forgot about it.
After a while my siamese kitten came in and started meowing at me, in a very insistent way. I figured she just wanted attention so I devoted her a few pets and only maintain doing my thing.
She kept meowing and started poking her claws into my ankles , not depicting blood but definitely enough to get my attention. She ran to the door and seemed back meowing, so I followed her. She resulted me to the kitchen where the pot was starting to smoke because all of the water had boiled off.
You know she got her favorite wet food and so many snuggles.
My former boss had a parking lot clean-up and lawn maintenance business. He would send his two collies out around the parking lots collecting junk, and they’d bring it back to his truck. They loved it. It was astonishing to see.
About the otters, one summertime an otter escaped from their enclosure, and was assured around the zoo/ amusement park, swimming around people who had hired rowing and pedal barges. He’d go up to guests to implore for snacks, etc. All summertime the guards tried to catch him, but he learned to recognise their uniforms, and bided away. They ultimately succeeded in catching him when the guards garmented in civvies.
My first cat objective up going through renal failing which caused him to urinate a lot. I would clean his box every day but sometimes I would get home from work late and he didn’t like that. He started employing the lavatory all on his own. I caught him one afternoon while cleaning the house. I was sweeping the hallway and as I passed the bathroom I heard the audio of peeing in the toilet. As I continued sweeping past the door it dawned on me that my husband work now, leaving me home alone. So now I’m slightly disturbed and I slowly back up, broom in hand, and peer around the door jam into the bathroom. My cat is sitting on the toilet urinating and giving me a appear that screams he wants some privacy. I was in so much shock I just gave him his privacy and went back to sweeping. After that day he refused to use his box anymore and in the final months of their own lives I actually had to go out and by him a trainer potty so he wouldn’t have to jump up on the lavatory anymore. The dame at Walmart guessed I was playing a prank on her when I told her what I required the potty for.
My cat figured out how to fill up my bathtub. He learned how to close the drain and would turn the water manage and would just sit there and watch the tub slowly fill up. It took me weeks to figure out what was going on.
I had a very smart and wonderful golden retriever, Emma.
She would sometimes try trading one of her gross rawhide chewings for something we were holding if she wanted it–she once fell her plaything in my dad’s lap, nudged it towards him, and started “speaking”( not like a bark, more like puppy complaining) while nodding at the apple he held.
She would also distract our book smart-alecky but not street smart other golden if she wanted the doll the other puppy had. She’d take a random doll, go up to one of us and make a big deal, jumping and barking and playing with us with the toy. Then when book smart puppy dropped her plaything and ran to insure what all the fuss was about, Emma would immediately leave us and grab book smart’s plaything and run off with it.
One time she found a hurt dove and brought it to us in her mouth, holding it so gently.
When my son was a baby, he was teething really bad. Constantly running a fever and cranky. we devoted him lots of the tylenol suspension drops-off. One morning I had the newborn wedged in the recliner while I was looking for something. Of course he was crying. Our puppy, looked at the newborn, operated upstairs, came back down a few seconds later with the tylenol, dropped it in the recliner where it rolled to the baby. Then the dog turned to me and barked until I picked it up.
My cat knows that old grocery bags are what I scoop his crap into, so when I slip up and forget to clean his litter box he drags one in there to let me know.
My step dad was a serious alcoholic( still is) however before he fulfilled myself and my mother he has this beautiful Staffie.
Multiple people confirmed that if he was in the bar and the dog was worried. It could get out of the house. Onto a bus and to the main strip. It would then go in every bar one by one looking for him. If he didn’t find him, he would go back to one specific bar and sit on a chair and wait for him.
Early in the morning, I open our sliding glass door to let my dog out. She stands there staring at me as I tell her to go to the bathroom and motion outside. After a 10 second staring tournament I attempt to lead her outside by first going out myself. I then proceed to walk into the sliding screen door I failed to open and knock it off the rails. That was when I knew my puppy was smarter than me.
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