The first time it was funny: One evening as I entered the living room from the kitchen I noticed that young Gertie the pup had placed a variety of dog toys into a very close approximation of a circle. I showed Fellow Traveler. We both laughed. What a cute coinkydink! "You're a smahhhht li'l girl!" we praised.
Then, last week, FT called me at work in a state of excitement: "You will not believe this!" she exclaimed. "Gertie has pulled toilet paper all the way from the bathroom to the living room, and she has her toys placed all along the toilet paper at intervals, like she's weighing it down!" Well...hmmmm. Maybe that's not a coincidence.
Last night, when I got home from a church meeting, I found Gertie's latest toy arrangement: Her several loofah dogs, placed end to end, interspersed with her other chewy favorites, making a graceful "S" curve on the rug.
Now, we would much rather have a smart dog than a stupid dog; but -- and maybe this is just our speciesist bias speaking -- it's kind of frightening to live with a dog whom we suspect may be smarter than we are...at least in terms of geometry.