A few years ago, we had a yellow lab named Ren. He was a very smart boy, and knew how to go to his room, and he could do a bunch of other tricks.

Anyway, we had gone out shopping for about 4 hours, and when we came home, we noticed a pile of potatoes on the living room floor. Ren picked one of them up and brought it to me. After I took it from him, he ran away from me and it looked like he wanted me to throw it to him. Being suspicious of such a smart dog, my husband went over to the pile of potatoes, and found a pile of another kind underneath. Not only had he taken the potatoes out of the bag and carefully placed them around his accident, but he was trying to distract us from finding it by trying to get me to play catch with him and his potato.

[ November 12, 2001: Message edited by: PJ's Mom ]