So I had a pile of cooked-chicken offcuts and gristly bits and was continuing the "teach the dogs to find cats on command" project.

Me: *holds up chicken* Squish, where's Cassie? *turns head pointedly towards Cassie*

Squish: OMGCHICKEN!! *sits* OMGCHICKEN!!! *wags tail* OMGCHICKEN!!!! *yaps hopefully*

Me: Squish, where's Cassie? *advances on Squish so he'll trip over Cassie who's by his feet*

Squish: CHICKENCHICKENCHICKEN... hang on, I think I know the answer... OMGCHICKEN! *trips over Cassie* *looks at Cassie*

Me: YESSSS!!! *feeds Squish chicken*

Squish: OMGYAYYYY!!!

Me: *takes fresh piece of chicken* Squish, where's Cassie? *looks pointedly at Cassie*

Squish: OMGMORECHICKEN!!! *sits* *wags tail* *notices where I'm looking* OH YEAH I REMEMBER NOW! *looks at Cassie*

Then Spike wandered over because the kittens were asleep and he smelled chicken. I decided to try it with him.

Me: Spike, where's Cassie? *flicks eyes towards Cassie without moving head*

Spike: *follows my gaze* Um, she's right there, Ma. You blind or something?

Me: Yes! *feeds Spike chicken* *feeds Squish chicken too since he turned his head when Spike did*

Spike: Mmm, chicken. Thanks Ma.

Me: Spike, where's Cassie? *keeps eyes on Spike this time*

Spike: *looks at Cassie* Right there, Ma, like I told you the first time.

Me: *feeds Spike chicken* Squish? Where's Cassie?

Squish: Um, what was the question again?
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From: [identity profile] lizblackdog.livejournal.com


He is starting to get it! Sort of. A bit.

...ah well, we can't all be rocket surgeons. Who needs a brain when you're this cute?
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From: [identity profile] lizblackdog.livejournal.com


Well... after a disagreement over catpawprints in my Chinese food, she does understand "NO!", and after being gently shuffled out of the bathroom with my feet a few times she also understands "Out!". So I think she's pretty trainable by cat standards.
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From: [identity profile] gwenhyffar.livejournal.com


Squish reminds me so much of my long-deceased greyhound Astra.

I took her to dog training classes. And for all of you people now falling about laughing at someone taking a greyhound to obedience training: "IT WAS FUN!".

So we'd do well for the first half hour, she'd follow all commands brilliantly and enjoy herself, big sloppy grin, tongue lolling, happy happy happy.

And then we'd have a break.

And go back to training.

"Astra... sit!"

Astra: wagwagwaggrinwagsmileloll... wait, wait, I know this one, I know this one, don't tell me, I know what it is..... I know what it is.... I... I... uhm... I forgot, what was it again?

Needless to say, we never made it past the first level of obedience training, but man did we have fun doing it!
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From: [identity profile] lizblackdog.livejournal.com


That's the thing - Squish is so happy when he gets something right. He's worth the extra effort. And it's not really fair to compare him to a Border Collie as far as brain goes.

Still funny though!

From: [identity profile] kronob.livejournal.com


Squish is smart, he's thinking what's he need to learn all that stuff for when Spike will do it instead? his job is to find the chicken :D
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