Goof: Emotionally intelligent

I was quite upset this morning when I went out to feed the chickens and found a henhouse filled with feathers and one chicken.  All of the other chickens were killed and taken.  Mike thinks it was a raccoon.  I don’t know how it got in the henhouse.

I was all teary eyed and a bit of a surprise happened.  Goofy McGoofface became really affectionate and wanted to sit on me.  He pawed on me and tried to lick my face.  That is pretty unusual for him.  I am thinking that this little dog is emotionally intelligent and knows when I am upset.

Sure there are all kinds of videos of really smart and exceptional dogs, but I never thought I would have one.  Kira is emotionally intelligent but she is not a particularly affectionate dog so it balances out.  But Goofy is an affectionate dog and he is showing that he is more than a furry meat bag.

Goof: What a great dog

So, we have had Goofy McGoofface for about 8 months now and he is turning out to be a wonderful dog.  He definitely isn’t a Labrador and you cannot trust him off the leash.  But he is the most affectionate little animal we have had since Grindel.

Every night I go to sleep in the bed with just Kira and every morning I wake up with Goof laying on his back with his head on the pillow right beside me.  I barely sleep through the night and most everything wakes me up, but he is able to jump on the bed (it is a 3 foot jump) and then snuggle down beside me without waking me.

I don’t know why anyone would give up this dog.  He is a handful when it comes to training him, but he is so food driven that training has been fairly easy.  We have had much worse dogs that took a lot of work to train but this little pooch is smart (he gets into everything), loyal (he will come to me but not to Mike or Duane… <big grin>), and he is simple (yell Squirrel and he forgets anything he is thinking about).

Goofy McGoofface is just a great dog.

Goof: What fun it is

GoofAfterABathI haven’t written in a while as I shut down my server due to security problems with WordPress.  Those have been patched so I made the server available again.

Goof is just an incredibly sweet and frustrating dog.  He has lots of the personality of Darby but he isn’t nearly as mischievous.  He does tear up the plants and he likes to sleep in a little ball under my left arm every night.

During the last week he discovered that there is something under the deck in the back yard.  He crawled under and when he came out, his chest and feet were covered with dirt and rock that was used to fill in under the deck.

He did this on Monday and Mike didn’t clean him up.  Today was a unique day in which Mike is out recuing a dog and he called to ask me to fill the dog tub with stuff to treat the pooch for fleas and ticks.  While I had the hose out to fill the pool, I grabbed Goof and washed him.

I don’t think he has ever been washed. He does have short hair so it is understandable that he doesn’t need to be washed as the fur comes out every season.  But in this case he needed to be washed.

He was curiously watching the tub fill and I grabbed him by the collar and then turned the hose on him.  He went ballistic and started screaming and wiggling to get away.  I held him tight and eventually pinched his back end between my legs as I hosed him down.  I got just as wet as he did but he got his first bath.

When I let him go, it was like letting a Tasmanian devil out of a cage.  He just started running through the house, around the deck, and just went crazy.  He is like a cat in a lot of ways in his reaction to excitement.