I am dogsitting the EBD right now. For those who don't know, we did this about a year ago - took in my parents' dogs, and their chocolate Lab, "Tina" was hereinafter christened the Evil Brown Dog, or EBD.
EBD got her name from a variety of behaviours; general grumpiness, Lab-like mooching-for-scraps-then-barfing-it-up-all-over-my-newly-cleaned-rugs, emanating smells out of her not-so-better-end that would clear a room, nay a floor, and well, generally being an aging, grumpy old woman.
I found out tonight she can also tell time.
Having fed, watered and cleaned the boys up, I heard barking from the front door, at approximately 6:30pm. Turns out, she remembered it was 'walkies' time, and was waiting not so patiently by the front door for her evening constitutional. Thank goodness it was during the second intermission during the Gold Medal game of the World Juniors - I quickly threw the kids into the stroller, strapped on my shoes and yelled: "Walkies!".
She is punctual, to say the least.
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