Can your dog count?

[Alpo]

Mine can.

 

Little Debbie nutty buddies.

A chocolate peanut butter cookie. And as you can see, it comes two in a package.

 

I was eating one one night, and when I got down to about the last half inch I gave it to idiot child. That was a mistake. I spend more on nutty buddies than I spend on pork chops, because she has to have nutty Buddy every night. She only gets that last half inch, but she must have it.

 

So tonight, after supper, I go get the nutty Buddy - that's dessert. And I open it, and I eat most of one of them and give her the last half inch. And then I get caught up in reading the internet.

 

And she's over there barking at me. I know the water bowl is not empty - I can see it. I tell her she does not want to go out, because it's raining. She keeps barking. Then I glance at the table next to my chair. Oh. The other nutty Buddy. I had got distracted by the internet and we had not eaten that one. And she knew we had not eaten that one, because she gets two and she only had one.

 

Damn dog.

[Chickasaw Bill SASS #70001]

Buddy (the wonder Mutt ) my 13 yo lab , gets 4 treats after a bath , 

he counts em and checks to see that they are full sized 

 

 CB 

[Crooked River Pete, SASS 43485]

22 minutes ago, Alpo said:

And she knew we had not eaten that one, because she gets two and she only had one.

Bet she could smell it.

[Alpo]

12 minutes ago, Crooked River Pete, SASS 43485 said:

Bet she could smell it.

I used to make this type of sandwich. I would take four six inch tortillas. Put them on paper towel and nuke them for 30 seconds. That got them all nice and hot.

 

Then I would lay a kraft single on each one, and it would start to melt into the hot tortilla.

 

Then I would lay slice of smoked turkey on top of the cheese, and then roll the tortilla up like a cigar.

 

Four tortillas, four slices of cheese, four slices of lunch meat. Basically two sandwiches.

 

And I would eat these tortilla cigars, and she would sit there and watch me. And when I got down to the last half inch, I would give it to her.

 

One day I was thinking of something else and I ate all of number one. Did not give her her share. The dirty look she gave me.

 

So I apologized, and only ate half of number two, giving her the other half. Then I gave her her normal half inch piece of numbers three and four.

 

And she said all kinds of nasty things to me. I tried to explain to her that she normally got four half inch pieces, for a total of 2 inches of tortilla sandwich. This time I had given her a 3-inch piece and to half inch pieces, giving her a total of 4 inches. So she actually got more than she normally did.

 

And she says to me, she says, "Don't give me that crap. I'm supposed to get four pieces, and you only gave me three pieces, so you cheated me. You owe me another piece!!"

 

And she was mad at me most of the rest of the afternoon.

[Sgt. C.J. Sabre, SASS #46770]

Mine don't count. I give them one bite and tell them that's all they get. They keep standing there even though I keep telling them that they've had their ONE bite.

[Father Kit Cool Gun Garth]

@Alpo,

Please be careful. 

 

It's not a myth that chocolate is toxic to dogs. Chocolate contains theobromine and caffeine, which are similar compounds that can make dogs sick. Dogs metabolize these chemicals differently than humans, so they can remain in the dog's system longer and cause more damage. Symptoms of chocolate poisoning can start within two hours of ingestion, but can take up to 24 hours to appear, and can last up to three days. 

 

 

 

 

Edited July 28 by Father Kit Cool Gun Garth

[Colorado Coffinmaker]

Yes.  My Dog can count.  And if I try and snooker him, he will shun me the rest of the day.

[Subdeacon Joe]

April would count her tennis balls. We had a bunch of them.  I'd THWACK them down the hall with a cane, she would fetch them to just out of cane reach - and if I moved so I could hook it with the cane, she would move it out of reach- I'd THWACK another one.  She did the same, then look at them.  By the time she got to 5 or 6 in her stash she would start poking them with her nose.  If I snagged one when she was chasing the next one to add to her stash, when she counted up short by one she would glare at me. "That's not how we play this game!"

Edited July 28 by Subdeacon Joe

[Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984]

4 hours ago, Alpo said:

Mine can.

 

Little Debbie nutty buddies.

A chocolate peanut butter cookie. And as you can see, it comes two in a package.

 

I was eating one one night, and when I got down to about the last half inch I gave it to idiot child. That was a mistake. I spend more on nutty buddies than I spend on pork chops, because she has to have nutty Buddy every night. She only gets that last half inch, but she must have it.

 

So tonight, after supper, I go get the nutty Buddy - that's dessert. And I open it, and I eat most of one of them and give her the last half inch. And then I get caught up in reading the internet.

 

And she's over there barking at me. I know the water bowl is not empty - I can see it. I tell her she does not want to go out, because it's raining. She keeps barking. Then I glance at the table next to my chair. Oh. The other nutty Buddy. I had got distracted by the internet and we had not eaten that one. And she knew we had not eaten that one, because she gets two and she only had one.

 

Damn dog.

Does she know if you cheat and nibble her piece so that it is smaller?

[Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984]

I think most dogs can count to two.

[Pat Riot]

I am pretty sure all of my dogs could count in a very limited capacity. 
At the same time they also didn’t equate size to capacity or volume. 
 

We have always had 2 dogs at a time until the past few years. 
If I gave 1 dog 3 treats and the other dog 2 the other dog seemed to know they’ve been gypped.

If I gave my dogs 3 small treats each when I came home from work then come home one day and drop 1 big treat each on the floor more often than not they would look at me as expecting 2 more. 
If I handed the large treats to them they didn’t seem to care about count. They would run off to their beds or favorite spot and enjoy their treats. 

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

Yes. And Custer knows what time it is. Everyday, around 4 pm, he comes to me and informs me that it is time for "Happy Hour" at the neighbors house. At Happy Hour, Custer gets to play with Ginger, the neighbors dog, and is also given a treat by the neighbor (which I believe is the motivating factor)!

[Imis Twohofon,SASS # 46646]

I had a mixed breed blood hound, dubbed an Indebe by a vet. His name was Tigger. One evening I told my wife I was going to the kitchen for a 'C-O-O-K-I-E" and he licked his lips. Either he could spell or he snookered me into believing that he could. It has been 36 years and I still miss him.

 

Imis

[Blackwater 53393]

I don’t know if Harley, my Dalmatian, could count, but I do know that he could spell.

 

There were several phrases that we wouldn’t say if we didn’t want him to get involved.  Go out, go for a ride, take a bath, and fix a drink were triggers for excitement and “include the dog” reactions.

 

Cookie, hotdog, ice cream, beer, treat, burger, and food were single words that got the same response!

 

Schoolmarm was all about testing, (she’s a schoolteacher all the way to the bone) and she once told me that the dog knew or understood 120 words or phrases!

 

The phrases and words listed above could also be spelled aloud and receive the appropriate response and he’d listen to them completely to differentiate between “go for a ride” and “go out” or “go for a walk”.

 

YES!!  He drank beer!! If you set your beer on the floor or some place low, he’d knock it over and drink it up, EVERY TIME!!  Schoolmarm would fix her coffee with a big dose of Bailey’s and if she set it down where he could reach it, it was his!!  She would often pour a little wine in a bowl or a cup and set it on the floor for him if she was having wine.

 

NOT ALL DOGS ARE THE SAME WHEN IT COMES TO CHOCOLATE!  One of Schoolmarm’s students gave her a two pound Hershey Kiss for Valentine’s Day one year!  We didn’t open it immediately that evening, but when we returned from a nice dinner that night, the foil was removed and the entire chunk of chocolate was GONE!  
 

The only apparent ill effect that he displayed was that he was a little more hyper than usual that night and the next morning.  He was practically addicted to chocolate!  He’d be in the bedroom at one end of the house and you could start unwrapping a Hershey Kiss in the kitchen on the other end and he’d be at your feet before you got the morsel out of the foil!!

 

He went everywhere we went except for work! Go for a ride meant he was at the door with his leash, waiting for you to hook him up so’s he could get to the car or the truck.
 

 His favorite line was “go get some ice cream”! The car hops at Sonic would stop and watch while he ate his ice cream from the cup they brought him! We’d order a small cup, and invariably, they’d bring the biggest cup they had just to watch that dog slurp it all down!

 

He lived fourteen years, seven months, and seventeen days and on his last day he had steak, ice cream, and a whole cup of coffee with Bailey’s before bed, (Schoolmarm made herself a fresh cup and set it on the night stand next to the bed to cool a little while she changed into her nightgown) and he passed while sleeping in the bed, between the two of us in his customary place!

 

Damn smart dog!!

 

 

 

 

Edited July 29 by Blackwater 53393

[Alpo]

Every Christmas the paper used to run a article about how you should not give your dog chocolate. Dogs love chocolate, but it's poison. According to the article, as little as one M&M could kill your Saint Bernard.

 

This kid came to the door one day selling World's Finest chocolate bars. Flashing back to Boy Scouts and band, and remembering how much I hated having to sell candy as a fundraiser, I bought the entire box. Ate one, put the box on the dining room table and went to work. When I returned home, the box was on the floor and the rug was covered in white and gold paper. No candy.

 

I called the vet. They asked how much chocolate he had eaten. 24 one and one half ounce bars - 36 ounces. I told them two and a half pounds. They asked how big the dog was. I knew that because I had recently wormed him and the wormer was based on weight. I told them Tucker weighed 25 pounds.

 

They told me not to worry. He might be a little hyper. He might throw up. But he was not going to die.

 

Best as I could tell he had no reaction. He did not throw up. He was not hyper. I did not routinely feed him chocolate. But chocolate apparently is not as poisonous as people say. He ate 1/10 his body weight in chocolate. Be like your average man eating 15 to 20 pounds of chocolate in one sitting.

 

 

[Rooster Ron Wayne]

They must be able to count or know how many days go by .

Every day I come home from work .

I back my truck up the driveway. 

Everyday they meet me at the gate and say hi and want a treat .

On Thursday's after work when ever that day ends .

We go up north to our 10 aker cabin property.

So when I back up the driveway on Thursday. 

They are retarded and are barking and jumping up and down .

They won't even take a treat .

I have to let them out of the back yard and into the back of the truck .

Then as I load the truck to go .

Every time I take something out to the truck they start barking at me again .

Right up till we pull out of the driveway. 

Rooster 

[Father Kit Cool Gun Garth]

58 minutes ago, Alpo said:

Every Christmas the paper used to run a article about how you should not give your dog chocolate. Dogs love chocolate, but it's poison. According to the article, as little as one M&M could kill your Saint Bernard.

 

This kid came to the door one day selling World's Finest chocolate bars. Flashing back to Boy Scouts and band, and remembering how much I hated having to sell candy as a fundraiser, I bought the entire box. Ate one, put the box on the dining room table and went to work. When I returned home, the box was on the floor and the rug was covered in white and gold paper. No candy.

 

I called the vet. They asked how much chocolate he had eaten. 24 one and one half ounce bars - 36 ounces. I told them two and a half pounds. They asked how big the dog was. I knew that because I had recently wormed him and the wormer was based on weight. I told them Tucker weighed 25 pounds.

 

They told me not to worry. He might be a little hyper. He might throw up. But he was not going to die.

 

Best as I could tell he had no reaction. He did not throw up. He was not hyper. I did not routinely feed him chocolate. But chocolate apparently is not as poisonous as people say. He ate 1/10 his body weight in chocolate. Be like your average man eating 15 to 20 pounds of chocolate in one sitting.

 

 

On 7/27/2024 at 9:41 PM, Father Kit Cool Gun Garth said:

@Alpo,

Please be careful. 

 

It's not a myth that chocolate is toxic to dogs. Chocolate contains theobromine and caffeine, which are similar compounds that can make dogs sick. Dogs metabolize these chemicals differently than humans, so they can remain in the dog's system longer and cause more damage. Symptoms of chocolate poisoning can start within two hours of ingestion, but can take up to 24 hours to appear, and can last up to three days. 

 

Just showing concern for Tucker. 

[Blackwater 53393]

Some dogs are not effected by chocolate. Others may be able to tolerate it with visible reactions. It can be deadly to other dogs.  
 

I don’t know how you could tell which dog might be which.  None that I ever had gave any indication that it was bad for them.

 

I reckon that when we get our next pup, we’ll see how it goes!!

[Eyesa Horg]

Our vet indicated they need to eat a lot and that it's dark chocolate that's the issue. Most milk chocolate supposedly is mostly sugar. None of our fur kids have shown any issues after stealing some. The wrappers have made interesting lawn decorations!!

[Rip Snorter]

We had one big Lab who ate the kids' Easter Chocolate, a considerable quantity, and was entirely unharmed.

[Eyesa Horg]

Decades ago,my bosses lab ate a 2 pound batch of marijuana brownies. He walked across the room and fell over in his side and just kept walking! Ed rushed him to the emergency vet and was told not to worry and just keep an eye on him so he doesn't wander off. Apparently he spent the night just enjoying the music and munchies! I used to pick Ed up in the morning for work, the dog would sit in a chair next to me and have his own cup of coffee with us.

[Gateway Kid SASS# 70038 Life]

Alright a little thread drift here. We currently have three Australian Shepherds and have had as many as five at a time. Our long term veterinarian had told us for years that while chocolate was not a great idea that generally nothing more than diarrhea would happen unless they consumed massive quantities. The one that he cautioned about was baking chocolate (which we rarely have around) because of the higher concentration of alkaloid in it. One of our girls (very clever!) knew how to get on the counter of the fifth wheel we were living in and had staked out a large chocolate turtle cake we were taking to a family event the next day and managed to get it out of the plastic shell it came in and ate the whole thing without alerting the others or us during the night! Next day very obvious who the culprit was as she could do the proverbial $h!t through a screen door thing for several hours! Didn’t change her love for chocolate though and she lived another eleven years after. 
YMMV

Regards

    

Gateway Kid

 

[Alpo]

Y'all mention dogs drinking coffee and dogs drinking beer.

 

Used to have a photograph of my brother and my mother sitting in lawn chairs on the back porch. And on the porch next to the chairs was those big one quart iced tea glasses. Didn't have a table back there, so you just set your tea glass on the porch. And Bugle and Sally were busy drinking tea while Mama and Eddie were not paying attention.

 

Sweet, of course. We lived in the south.

[Michigan Slim]

4 hours ago, Rooster Ron Wayne said:

They must be able to count or know how many days go by .

Every day I come home from work .

I back my truck up the driveway. 

Everyday they meet me at the gate and say hi and want a treat .

On Thursday's after work when ever that day ends .

We go up north to our 10 aker cabin property.

So when I back up the driveway on Thursday. 

They are retarded and are barking and jumping up and down .

They won't even take a treat .

I have to let them out of the back yard and into the back of the truck .

Then as I load the truck to go .

Every time I take something out to the truck they start barking at me again .

Right up till we pull out of the driveway. 

Rooster 

That was our beagle mix. Cabin? YOU BETTER HAVE BEEN READY! 

[Alpo]

Dogs and game animals all know how to read the calendar.

 

Dogs only seem to care about which day of the week it is, while deer are more interested in the month.

[Cypress Sun]

 

Are you kiddin' me?

 

My old dog was great at math. You had to watch him though...if you asked him to swap out your big Milk Bones for small ones, he'd cheat you every time.

 

RIP Alex 10/88 - 9/02

[J-BAR #18287]

I don't have a dog, but my cat can tell the time.  I get head butted awake if I don't feed him breakfast on time.

 

 

He's not dangerous after eating.