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My daughter apparently has a Velociraptor that she calls a dog.
Emily is a Blue Tick Coon Hound. She doesn't look particularly intelligent, and is spotted like an Apaloosa horse. She takes her time doing things, and eats a whole carrot every day. She won't even retrieve balls and sticks. She seems a bit mentally challenged. But, things are not always as they seem.
I should have known better after she dismantled a baracade designed to keep her in Bill's (the real quick dog) backyard compound. Bill looked briefly at the deck chairs and tomato wires that my wife employed to keep Emily from crawling under the chain-link gate at the corner of the compound. Emily looked at it for several minutes, then continued to remove stuff until the path was open for exiting. A stronger dog-proof baracade was eventually constructed.
Next came the series of escapes and run-aways. I whistled, she ran faster the other direction. I called her back, she sprinted down the hill and out of sight.
She can open a sliding-glass door or sliding screen if they are not firmly latched. Unlocked swinging doors take less than a second to pass.
The "Velociraptor incident" sealed the deal.
My daughter was going in and out of her kitchen-garage door by grasping the doorknob with her left hand, gently twisting the knob, and then pulling the door towards her. Emily, the intrepid coon hound, watched her do this repeatedly. The dog sat there intently watching my daughter, but not moving or otherwise responding to the activity. When my daughter left the room, Emily reached up and repeatedly tried to spin the doorknob with her paw. Reliable sources now indicate that she can open a standard door and pass through it.
Unbelievable.
Emily is a Blue Tick Coon Hound. She doesn't look particularly intelligent, and is spotted like an Apaloosa horse. She takes her time doing things, and eats a whole carrot every day. She won't even retrieve balls and sticks. She seems a bit mentally challenged. But, things are not always as they seem.
I should have known better after she dismantled a baracade designed to keep her in Bill's (the real quick dog) backyard compound. Bill looked briefly at the deck chairs and tomato wires that my wife employed to keep Emily from crawling under the chain-link gate at the corner of the compound. Emily looked at it for several minutes, then continued to remove stuff until the path was open for exiting. A stronger dog-proof baracade was eventually constructed.
Next came the series of escapes and run-aways. I whistled, she ran faster the other direction. I called her back, she sprinted down the hill and out of sight.
She can open a sliding-glass door or sliding screen if they are not firmly latched. Unlocked swinging doors take less than a second to pass.
The "Velociraptor incident" sealed the deal.
My daughter was going in and out of her kitchen-garage door by grasping the doorknob with her left hand, gently twisting the knob, and then pulling the door towards her. Emily, the intrepid coon hound, watched her do this repeatedly. The dog sat there intently watching my daughter, but not moving or otherwise responding to the activity. When my daughter left the room, Emily reached up and repeatedly tried to spin the doorknob with her paw. Reliable sources now indicate that she can open a standard door and pass through it.
Unbelievable.
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