Has anybody read those intelligence rankings for dogs?  Anybody believe’em?  Well don’t.  They got Collies ranked as number 16 and Cairns are somewhere in the 30s. You can not be serious!?!?  (Did that sound like John McEnroe, cuz that’s what I was going for?)  I just don’t see how this can be.  I live with two of’em. Trust me I know.

Just the other day, Mom bought this lil’ reindeer decoration apparently as a test to see if we could stay in the Nice column on Santa’s list, right before Christmas.   I’ve scoped him out, but realizing Mom’s diabolical plan, I’ve been resisting temptation.  I’ve got my heart set on Santa bringing me a real live mouse of my very own.  Don’t wanna risk it.

Anywho, this reindeer rocks back and forth and sings something about Grandma getting run over by reindeer.  It’s obvious he’s not real though folks.  One sniff, fakery determined, and onto other things for me.

The Collies though are quite intrigued by the reindeer.  Everytime they pass it, they gotta nose it. Poke. Poke. “Grandma got run over by a reindeer… Walking home…” Whoops, they managed to turn the dang thing on.   This had annoyance written all over it for me.   Poke. Poke. “Grandma got run over by a reindeer… Walking home from our house Christmas Eve…”  See, there they go again.  I was right, major annoyance.  Hold on while I toss a dirty look at’em.  *steely eyed stare* Well dern, that’s impossible to pull off when you’re cursed with such a cute terrier face as mine.

This has been going on for days, with no hope of the light bulb coming on for them.  The absolute kicker was yesterday though.  Me and Mom were surfing the internet (Well, she was surfing. I was more or less lap napping), when all of a sudden, Gull started barking up a storm.  We ran in the den to see what was up and there he stood, snap dab in front of the reindeer, with his stuffed duck toy dropped at the reindeer’s feet (or is that hooves? Stuffed, they kinda look more feet like, so we’ll go with that), barking at him to throw it.  *shaking my head*  Guess he figures if it can sing and move, it can throw his toy for him too.  And he, a Collie, is suppose to be smarter then me, a Cairn.  I demand a recount.

The Murph Dog…