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My sister is back in town for a while (against my advice, but that's another story), and thus so is the true love of my life, her Chocolate Lab, Lady.
I helped raise Lady, and we've formed a loving bond over the past four years and more- she takes me for my evening walkies, I drive her to the park, I sneak her doggie biscuits, we go swimming together. Well, "swimming" may not be the precise word- we jump into the pool, I hold my arms out, and she floats into them and relaxes in my arms for as long as I can hold out (fifteen minutes or so is not unusual).
Apparently she even knows when I'm going to come over before it happens- my sister swears that when I called her earlier this evening, even before she answered the phone Lady frantically jumped up, ran out to the front door and began staring at it intently. She KNEW it was me calling, and she KNEW I was going to knock on that door soon. She KNEW I was coming just to walk her around the neighborhood. She sat there staring at the door for almost fifteen minutes until I arrived. When I opened the door she literally jumped at me in her eagerness.
She KNEW.
It's odd because walkies do NOT happen every night, so Lady can't possibly know for sure it's me or if I'm coming over. But tonight she KNEW.
Is your furball so finely attuned to you? Are your small friends psychic?
Do they KNOW?
Lady sure does.
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