My son, Ian, with Chelsea & Bexley |
A recent article on the BBC.com asked Are Dolphins Cleverer than Dogs? Ask
most people, according to the article, which of the two species is the most
intelligent and the answer would most likely be Dolphins - with their
sociability, communication skills, playfulness and ability to understand the
complex commands of trainers. They are widely considered to be the second most
intelligent of all animals after humans.
But, not so fast my friends. People who study canine
behavior are concluding that there is far more going on in the mind of a dog
than we previously thought. A dog can use pointing as well as eye-direction
cues to locate objects in the distance. Even our nearest animal cousins the
chimpanzees don’t look at something when we point to it.
We humans have a habit of judging intelligence by
how animal responses compare to ours, but we are almost exclusively a visual
species while dogs also live in a world of smells. Their understanding of
objects in the world partly involves chemical trails that linger for hours or
days. Dolphins are not only visual, but they also have an extra sense that
allows them to see through some materials by penetrating them with sonar sound
waves. Once subjective, human-centric value judgments are stripped out of the
concept of intelligence, the article continues, it makes about as much sense to
ask which animal is cleverer as it does to ask whether a hammer or a screwdriver
is the better tool. The answer is – it depends on the task at hand.
For me, there is just something about having a dog
in the room. I can feel her presence as I write this even though, as I glance
her way, she is sound asleep. When I get up in the night, she is there in the
dark. I can’t see her but I know she is watchful. When I get home from work she
is at least as happy to see me as my wife – maybe more.
A couple of my Facebook friends recently mourned the
death of beloved dogs, and I felt their pain. Earlier this year, my wife and I
had to have one of our dogs euthanized because of incurable and painful
arthritis. Bexley was a big, lovable, shaggy dog. Our friends at the kennel
where we boarded Bexley from time to time called her “a clown in a dog’s suit”.
I still miss her terribly. Living with her memory makes me appreciate Will
Rogers’ comment that if there are no dogs
in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
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