She is so wise; I swear she understands me. I talk to her often, monologue-ish conversations where I ramble about my day and, yes, sometimes answer for her too.

I like to think she has an above-average IQ, maybe higher than most humans.

Then I look up, and she’s trying to shove her bone into the top blanket, but there’s nowhere to shove it. She sits back, studies the situation, then tries again with renewed determination. She tilts her head, clearly baffled that her hidden treasure is still in plain sight.

I step in and tuck it away for her. She lays down for what seems like a proper hiney-bo grooming session, lol.

So maybe I overestimate her intellectual capacities. Or maybe she’s just a genius pretending to be simple so she can keep her room and board.