Some folks brag that their dog is so smart. My Nicki is not smart…not even a little bit. He doesn’t know how to jump, though he is fully able. Thresholds of doorways pose a puzzling barrier for him. He whines. He barks and screams fanatically as if I have been gone all day when I return just moments after retrieving the mail. He wears a diaper. He is a sissy. He knows no tricks though we have tried in vain. He gets lost in the yard. He falls in the pool though his vision is fine. He can’t swim. While the other dogs run and play at the park he cowers under the bench where I sit.
When I come home after a long day he is beyond excited. His eyes light up. He wails. All eight pounds of him dance clumsily trying to reach up close to me. He grabs his favorite toy, prompting me to grab it from his mouth and throw it. He will not rest until I scoop him up and hold him close so that he can kiss my face. Later he is proud and happy to sit next to me on the sofa doing absolutely nothing. He loves me unconditionally. He loves me in a way that this smart human is unable to replicate. He is pretty smart.