December 2, 2004
Smell the Glove
Well, it’s confirmed… my dog is a genius!
Earlier today I took Hamish to the park for our usual adventure. Against my better judgement I decided to take my brand new leather gloves (since my fleece gloves were lost in another Hamish misadventure). While we were playing ball I realized that my beautiful new gloves were getting covered with slobber. Thinking I’d rather be safe than sorry I took my gloves off and put them in my coat pocket. This thought came back to haunt me mere minutes later.
As we were walking back home, it occurred to me that my gloves would be safer in my inside pocket. I reached into my outer pocket to find… ONE GLOVE! I knew the chances of finding my glove in the park were slim to none — not only is it a huge park, but it is very dark. I decided to try something I had seen numerous times on television and in the movies. Once we arrived back in the park I gave Hamish my remaining glove with the command “sniff it”. Then I urged him to “find it”. I had to remind him a few times what we were looking for since he got distracted by delicious scents of chicken bones and dog poop. I was just about to give up and head home when Hamish dashed over to a patch of the field. I looked around but didn’t see my glove. As I turned to leave, I heard a furious, flapping frenzy and looked over - Hamish had my glove in his mouth and was madly shaking it! Needless to say, I was completely elated to discover that my dog is indeed a genius. Today a missing glove, tomorrow a child in a well. Well done, Hamish!


