My dogs smoked the doobie.

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . September 29, 2009 . 12:24PM

What my title MEANT to say was that my dogs have impaired memory, but how many of you would have showed up for that particular party? Yeah, I thought so. Sometimes, it’s necessary for me to trick you to get you to show up. It’s like telling you I’m having a drinking party and then really having a dinner party with grandma. Sorry, it has to be done. I don’t want to sit at dinner alone.

Now, let me let you in on the goods. My dogs have no memory. Yours don’t either. You know they don’t. You can go to the bathroom and they think you’ve been gone for an hour and a half. Some of you may very well have been gone that long, but most of us haven’t and the dogs are thrilled! THANK GOODNESS YOU’VE RETURNED! I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE YOU AGAIN!

Times this happens to me:

When I get the mail.
When I go to the bathroom.
When I go upstairs.
When I get books from my car.
When I leave the room to make a phone call.
When I go outside to get the other dogs.
When I go to the gas station down the street and come back.

NO concept of time or memory that I was just there. In other words, they have some long-term memory (sit, stand, shake, hugs), but no short term.

This was made more clear to me last weekend. We had several men to our house. Every time the dogs would come into the room, they would bark at our friend, BS. Then they would promptly sniff him and decide “OH, I KNOW HIM” and jump on his lap and give him kisses and hugs.

Smokin’ the doobie. I’m just thankful they don’t have the munchies.