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Ah! And they call them 'dumb' animals!!! *ROTF* I've had cats prove the same thing.

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rofl !!!!!!!! hmmmm Zima has never had corn on the cob .. not sure if dogs eat corn across and back or in circles around the cob.

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My wife's chihuhahua, Dipstick is a sneaky sneak. He'll take food from your plate in a split second if you turn your back or get distracted. We try to keep our dogs away during the meal, BUT, it doesn't always work. They'll hide and sneak up to us when we least expect it... It's true, animals are NOT dumb.

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A friend's dog had emergency surgery last week for removal of a corn cob. During a backyard barbecue with lots of people, not one noticed him eat it. They didn't know what was wrong with him at first. Am so glad yours are okay.

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LOL! It's hard for us to admit when they prove they can be smarter then we are.
My son had a beagle that would run to the door like she had to go out right now or mess on the floor. (this would happen when he had a box of pizza!) Needless to say, when he would go to let her out, she would run back and grab a slice! LOL...and they try to tell us that they don't reason things out!? Yeh! Right!


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our new baby, dingo, is the worst of the worst. granted, i have him because someone dumped him and he was starving, but, a week and a half later, with plenty of food, he still strikes, even right in front of you. unfortunately, he's big enough to reach the back of the stove. the other night, i left a casserole dish with chicken bones, which i won't allow anyone to have, in it. when i got up in the morning, the dish was in front of the couch, empty

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My 2 Westies absolutely loved corn-on-the-cob. I'd leave some buttered kernals on the cobs and hold it for them.
I would move the cob down the line for them and then I'd rotate the cob. I never let them eat the cob. But they sure did love
the warm, buttery fresh corn !!

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My mother's blind Border Collie, Mirk, used to open the refrigerator and clean it out when left alone. Once it involved a whole turkey, a pound of butter and bread. She figured out how to open the little hook-and-eye latch (can't see, remember) we installed when the rope around the fridge was unsuccessful (lack of human compliance). We had to go to a hasp latch that had a locking mechanism to foil her. She still got the entire expensive bakery birthday cake (compliance issue, again), leaving the grocery-store cake behind. So I have to love the term -- "Counter Surfing"! Thanks for a laugh.

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all your stories had me really laughing - and remembering. Years ago I had a very creative and sneaky cat named Jessie. One night I watched her scoop things off the kitchen table while sitting on a chair under it - just the paw would come up and feel around for something to snag. The next day, I made a sandwich and put it on a paper towel at my place at the table. Very quietly Jessie hopped onto the chair and remained still for a few moments. I motioned to my sister to watch. Sure enough, the paw came up feeling around until it came to the sandwich. The claws came out and the sandwich, paper towel and all, started sliding ever so slowly toward the edge of the table. Just as it was about to go over the edge, I grabbed it and pulled it back. Up popped Jessie's head to see what had happened. As soon as she saw me, her ears went back and she took off like a shot. Sulked for a couple of days!

Then, there's the story of my friend's dog, Angie. Like me, my friend isn't one for having a lot of company. But one day she decided to have one of those home demo parties - some kind of gift company. Well, she bought snacks of pepperoni, cheese and crackers and set them out on pretty trays on the dining room table. We were all sitting in the living room, watching the woman give her spiel about her products and my son sneaked into the room and whispered to me "Angie's on the table." I whispered to my friend and we both figured maybe front paws trying to reach the goodies. Oh no. Angie had pushed out a chair, hopped up onto it and hopped up, all four feet, onto the top of the table and was noshing away on the snacks. My friend was horrified, but also glad that no one but animal lovers knew about it. Of course, all the time this was happening, her cat kept walking up and down the arm of my chair, dipping her tail tip into my coffee......... We've just gotta love 'em, right?