你是否曾养过智力超常的宠物（下）Have you ever had a pet that was almost unnaturally intelligent?
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Have you ever had a pet that was almost unnaturally intelligent?
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We have no real idea what her breed is, but I'd suspect it's about 5 things. She is the smartest dog I've ever met, so much so that I rarely have to speak to her at all. I'll give you a few examples. Winter's favorite place to sleep is on the ottoman at my feet. I don't always let her though, as I want to stretch out myself. In order to ask permission, she'll sit behind the ottoman and look at me. If I look away then she knows she can't. If however I nod my head, she'll climb up and lay down. The whole interaction is completely non verbal.
If she's getting into trouble, I can stand up with my hands on my hips and look at her. She'll stop what she is doing and sit down embarrassed. If however I jerk my head towards the bedroom, she'll walk towards the room and lay in timeout untill I whistle for her.
So this probably sounds pretty unremarkable right? I'd imagine most any dog could be trained to do these things by a professional. But that's what's crazy. I've never trained her! I haven't, my wife and kids haven't. I've never taken her anywhere. She just figured out how to communicate with me. I'd love to say it was my doing but trust me it was all her.
My sister had a farm of 200 chickens. Every morning she and the kids collected 200 eggs and sometimes they missed a few. Milton watched their activity every day. He was supposed to be a pet not meant to be a work dog, but I guess Milton had other ideas.
One day I came for a visit and found about half dozen eggs on the floor of the back deck. I brought them inside and asked my sister about it. She said that after she and the kids finish collecting the eggs, Milton will go into the chicken coops and check the boxes, if he finds an egg he picks it up with his soft mouth and carry it to the house. Unless one of the barn cats is around to open the door for him, Milton leaves the egg on the deck floor and returns to the coop to search for more wayward eggs.
Nobody trained Milton to do this, he watched his new family collect eggs and figured that’s what he should do too. From there he decided it was his duty to patrol the property and keep other dogs and foxes away from his chickens. Even he wasn’t able to keep the hawks from making off with one of his chickens now and then.
“I’m taking the dogs to the park where is the leash” turns into something like
“Off to the beloved grassy place I meander with the 4 legs, where be his bridle?”
You can’t use the same phase for too long before he starts to learn it. The upside is he is extremely easy to train. I can train him to do almost anything a dog is capable of doing in 5 mins. He also enforces rules on our other dog. If for example she picks up something belongs to us humans the genius will attack(play fight) her. We don’t even tell him what is and isn’t off limits since he was a puppy, he just seems to know what belongs to the dogs and what doesn’t.
If you speak directly to him for a while he will try to mimic our speech. He can’t quite make the right sounds but he gets close and he clearly trying to match the sounds we make.
He tattles on the other dog if she does something he thinks we wouldn’t like. He will come and paw at you and until you follow him and find the mess she made.
Mercedes R. Lackey, 在埃里克·克林格默博士的指导下研究了动物行为学
She also pulled stunts like laying down in the middle of a busy intersection until I realized that she would only move if I fed her a treat! She was a very smart cookie. I had this beauty for 15 months before she passed.
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She knew she was not allowed on the furniture but when playing with us while we were sitting on the couch, she would gradually put her paws up onto the couch. We would let it go until she had three paws on the couch and as she would reach up to put that fourth paw up we’d say no…and she would pull that leg down. She knew as long as she had 1 paw one the floor she was good.
She could tell the difference between her various toys. She could bring her ball, bone, sock, etc. on command. If she decided she wanted to play she would bring a toy to you and drop it into your lap. If you ignored her, she would whine a little but eventually she would mouth your hand and drop your hand onto the toy. From there it progressed to frustrated barking.
She loved riding in the car. We had just one car between us at that time so I didn’t get out that much. But she quickly learned that if Dad was not wearing his military fatigues that chances were good that she would get a ride. All she had to do was hear the car keys jingle and she’d come running. If she saw hubs in the uniform she’d lie back down and sigh knowing that she wasn’t going anywhere.
It’s been over 30 years since we lost her and I would swear I’d never seen another dog as smart as she is—that is until we rescued a rat terrier mix named Loki. Loki has the smarts I saw in Boeuffy. He holds conversations with us. He barks and make noises and then waits for us to speak back to him. He loves to initiate conversations. Life is good with a dog—but especially fun with a smart dog!
Ok so every one is going to think I’m crazy or just straight up not believe me. I would think I was insane if my family and a few friends weren’t around to witness any of this.
Everyone is talking about dogs and cats but my little Einstein is named Gubby and she is a rabbit.
I first came across Gubby 5 and a half years ago. She was in a run down pet shop that our local ISPCA had been trying to shut down for years. Every so often I would go in to document the state of the place. This day I found Gubby in amongst a load of fully grown rabbits. She was so small that she could fit in one hand. She was clearly only between 4–6 weeks old. Far too young to be separated from her mother. When I saw a staff member of the shop dump a bag of carrots into the pen as their food I almost swallowed my own tongue! I’m not sure how well read you are on rabbits but this NOT the way to feed them. Especially a little baby. I didn’t know how she was surviving.
My father drove me to a good pet store many miles away so that I wasn’t giving my money to that disgusting shop. We quickly for everything I needed and headed straight back to the pet shop that Gubby was in. I marched in, told them to put her in her carrier, threw the €30 at them, gave them a piece of my mind and left. I know paying them for her seems wrong but calling the ISPCA to do something about it would have taken days or even weeks at which point she would have definitely been dead.
Gubby was horribly sick for months. I found a great vet about 25 miles away who was wonderful with small animals. A lot of time and money was spent getting my new baby healthy. All this time she sick but ridiculously easy to train.
She was litter box trained in a day, knew her name, came when called and went back into her cage at night time when I told her to. She also “danced” every time a particular song came on, it was her favourite .
This was all well and fine until the little tyrant got behind a book shelf and bit through the internet connection (as bunnies are wont to do). She got a shock off of it. I was terrified that she would be damaged from this.
After this she seemed to become addicted to the shock of electricity. I had closed off any possible wires in the kitchen where she was living a free roaming rabbit. She just had a little dog bed and a litter box.
One night I was away from home. She was a bit bigger now. The lock on the door between the kitchen and hall isn’t great in my house and so in the middle of this night she figured out how to open the door by bumping off it and pulling at it with her paws. (Again you’d have to see it to believe it.) This particular night she went looking for me as she hadn’t seen me for a few hours. My father woke up to a noise coming from under his side of the bed. It was Gubby.
My father bought a horse when I was about 13, mainly because he was very placid in the sales ring. He was an exceedingly nice and smart horse, a very good riding horse who loved people. He would respond to spoken instructions such as, “go and get the bucket and I will give you some oats.” I did not teach him that, I just said it one day and he brought me the empty bucket. Ten years later I was home for a visit and a car stopped by our pasture. A man of about age 30 got out and walked out to the horse who whinneyed and ran up to him, acting like a big dog to his favorite master. The man told us that he raised that horse from birth, but his father sold him when the boy was sent to Vietnam. He started giving him subtle signals and the horse would dance, kneel down, stand up on his back legs, and even gave that fella a kiss on the cheek.
Then my sister-in-law thought about it, and put a can of dog food under the tree. The dog came in, happy and all…and then he saw the can. He pouted. He sighed. You know the rest.
Then my husband realized what was wrong, He got a stick on decoration and fixed the problem.
Then the dog was ecstatic, just as happy as that dog has ever been.
See, it’s not Christmas if your present doesn’t have a bow on it.