RCS – Business Default

I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty intelligent person. I mean, I have a degree from a respectable university and I can hold my own in a trivia contest. But lately, I’ve come to the conclusion that my dog might actually be smarter than me.

First of all, he can do things that I can’t even begin to comprehend. For example, he can sniff out a crumb of food from across the room, while I struggle to find my keys that I’ve put down somewhere in my own apartment.

Secondly, he’s always one step ahead of me. If I even think about taking him for a walk, he’s already at the door, tail wagging and leash in mouth. Meanwhile, I’m still trying to decide whether or not I want to put on pants.

And let’s not forget about his problem-solving skills. When he wants to get something that’s out of his reach, he’ll find a way to get to it. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to open a jar of pickles and failing miserably.

But perhaps the most convincing evidence of my dog’s superior intelligence is his ability to manipulate me. With a simple tilt of his head and a pleading look in his eyes, he can get me to give him treats, play with him, and even let him sleep on the bed. It’s like he’s a Jedi master and I’m his weak-willed Padawan.
So, there you have it. My dog is smarter than me. But you know what? I’m okay with that. As long as he keeps giving me those puppy-dog eyes, I’ll keep falling for his tricks.