We got Maple last November. She attached herself to me right away. She follows me everywhere.
She looks like a real hunting dog, but she is afraid of everything. Sir Son said she can’t be taught to hunt, because she would be afraid of the birds.
Sir Husband says: Maples elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top. Maple has a hollow head, you can hear it when you thump on the nose. She has a few screws loose. She could be the missing link. etc…..
Her nicknames are: The Link, Moron, Bonehead, Chocolate Brain, BH 1 (Butt Head 1), and Mape (cross between a monkey and an ape).
She isn’t as dumb as they think.
This corner of our kitchen is our prep area for dinner. I am usually the one leaning on the counter, right at the corner. As soon as I am in that position, Maple comes over and checks things out.
She knows where she belongs and heads on around.
She takes her place. Normally, she has her nose stuck up to the counter.
She’s waiting for food to drop down into her mouth.
When it is time to leave, she steps on your toes so you can’t move. She knows where the food is coming from. She knows how to get it. She is smart.
Sir Husband has to fix his own meals, sometimes, and feed himself.
Yeah, who’s the dummy now!