Charlie and I usually stay up until 9 pm then head upstairs after the Tucker Carlson Show has concluded. I'll shut off the lights and head up the steps while he's hot on my heels. Last night it was different.
When I reached the top of the steps I looked around and he was nowhere to be found. I figured he was nosing around the kitchen floor looking for morsels of anything that could be digested. Then I heard him come upstairs and he stood in the bedroom doorway, looked around and scampered back downstairs. A few minutes later her he comes again, walks around the room, goes under the bed then jumps on top of the bed.
He looked at me then took another trip downstairs. I was curious and knew something was up with him.
Finally, he reappeared with his favorite bone in his mouth and jumped back into bed.
I've read that dogs have the mental capacity of a two year old. I believe it.
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