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What was the time a pet showed some serious signs of intelligence?

I'll start.

My then gf and I had a chihuahua that just happened to be the most tiny and most diva and most clever little dog I've ever met. Tiny, incredibly cute, extreme ego and confidence, a terrible piercing bark and had some wild mood swings on top. He'd go from cuddly to nuclear warfare in a second of something displeased him. He was the eldest and the leader of his little pack and he kept all of them wrapped right around his paw running a little dogmatic terror state. But he took his responsibilities seriously and was always up in front if there was a threat to them. Be it an angry German shepherd or a double parked electric scooter. Nobody messed with his pack - except for him, obviously.

Our little beast was very well aware of his cuteness, and his craving for adoration knew no end. He'd be walking down the street next to me, obviously refusing to yield for anyone, and as we pass some café tables, he'd throw himself flat on the ground, legs pointing in all directions. We called it that he did a doormat. The intent was to throw us under the bus as his keepers so that he'd maximize the aahs and oohs and attention went compliments from the people sitting in the café.

But this is just the backstory. He was vain, and we knew he was clever, but also of this is still learned behaviour with a previously verified outcome.

No, what really set it apart was that one time we were at home, the entire couch occupied by humans, dogs, and generally not him in particular. He was strutting around, being grumpy that others had taken his rightful seat, and nobody would disappear into nothingness for his approval. Not an uncommon thing, but he has plenty of other comfy spaces to be, communal and his very own. We know if we lift him up now, he'll try force some other dog down just because he wants space for himself, and we weren't having it. The other dogs were there first today and it's their right as much, so tough luck bud.

After some time, I notice him staring into the lights off bedroom. He looks at me, turns back to the bedroom and just keeps staring at it. I tell my gf that he is staring into the void and it seems to be staring back at him. We watch him as he keeps staring at nothing.

By now he is an old dog and has already shown signs of deterioration. I ask him what's up and he shows some signs of anxiety, tail down, tapping feet, mild whimper. I call for him, there's nothing there, come to daddy. No response. We figure he's lost it now, the creeping senility we've suspected is real.

So I keep talking to him, calming him, approach to turn on the lights and show him around that there is nothing there. He stands eagerly waiting, full focus on me as I come closer. Then - tail high, he runs as fast his tiny legs can carry his body, to the seat where I was sitting, barking at my gf to be picked up into the couch.

And it dawns on me. It was all a ruse! He came up with the clever plan to lure me away from his desired spot. If he acts anxious I'll get worried and get up, freeing up a vacancy on the couch, and then it's a fair race who gets it first. His smug posture standing in my seat was what gave it away. He was not anxious at all, he was not afraid, that I'm not anthropomorphizing but that he knew exactly what he was doing.

A multi step sequential plan with a clear goal in mind that he came up with from no be prior training. If that is not intelligence, I don't know what is.

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  • We have a Boxer and a Wheaten, two weeks in age apart. If Will (Wheaten) is getting scratches, Seymour (Boxer) will go get a toy,any toy will work, and "play" with it in front of Will. Will has to be the "one" with the toy, so Will jumps down to take the toy away, and Seymour let's him and takes the scratches.

  • I learned in a video that cats can read our facial expressions just fine, we're just crap at reading theirs because their facial muscles don't allow for the same movement as humans (and dogs to some extent). They'll become more anxious if we show a fear expression around them in a new environment, or become more relaxed and cuddly if we smile at them in a new place. They look to us for reassurance as much as dogs do.

    Once I learned that they do a lot of their communicating with their tail, I started paying attention to my two cat's tail movements and now I can't unsee it. It's as obvious as a waving hand, and they'll talk to one another this way as well as with us.

    For example, they lift their tail as a greeting. If I say their name as they enter a room, I might think they'd completely blanked me if I didn't see their tail lift 'hello' every single time. Once my older cat, Bartine, didn't bother to tail lift, and I said "Oi! Barty! Rude?!". She then gave me a quick, half-hearted lift, like she couldn't be bothered with more than half wave, lol

    Their tails quiver with excitement if there's a very interesting treat up for grabs, or my favourite is a coquettish swirl which is 100% "I love you" because it's always followed up with an approach to snuggle or headbutt. They also understand me when I say I love you, but particularly now because I see the swirl tail and say "I love you, too!" followed by indulgent pets.

  • Smart things my "stupid" dog does:

    1. I have a box with gamepads, remotes and headphones next to the coch. My dog knows thats off-limits to him. If he wants attention and I ignore him long enough, he will then start to paw at the box. Sort of to say "Look at me...look what I'm doing...I'm touching the box...can't ignore me now..."
    2. Anytime he does something super cute, the microsecond when I point my phone camera at him, he will turn away. Not if I suddenly reach for my phone, not if I'm just scrolling, but literally as soon as I want to tap the shutter button. It's become quite a challenge to try and sneakily take pictures of him.
    3. Both my wife and me work from home 9-5. He will pretty much sleep during that time and not be much of a bother. Around 6 we have Dinner, and then take him for a walk for him to do his business. After that we relax in front of the TV. He pretty much knows we'll watch about two episodes of some show, then step outside for a smoke. So as soon as the second episode stops, he's already on top of us, begging for attention.
    • I have a Care Bear my husband gave me for Christmas one year, and the dogs aren't allowed to play with it. Sometimes when I'm reading in bed, our older dog will decide she wants attention, and she will grab that specific bear, all while making eye contact, because she knows I'll chase her for it

  • My dog wasn't allowed in my brother's room, but he loved my brother. One time, after he was kicked out, he tried slowly walking in backwards. I guess he thought we couldn't tell what he was doing if he did it backwards.

  • My African grey Bert constantly surprises me with his intelligence. My personal favorite was the time he was trying to get the cat's attention. He'd been muttering, whistling, and dancing in the cat's direction for about 15 minutes and finally yelled "Why don't you f-ing talk?" I don't think he believed me when I told him the cat can't talk.

  • Our Golden taught himself medical alerts. My wife broke her ankle when he was 6 months old, and the little glue puppy who followed me when I gave her meds started to let her know ahead of time that she would need meds, and even proactively bring her pill bottles.

    Some refinement let him proactively stop mom from overdoing it, so he's been instrumental in her recovery and PT.

    Then like six months ago he started giving me pain alerts from no where when I was feeling ok. But invariably, every time he did, 30-60 minutes later I would get a headache. So now I just listen to him and my bad headaches have dropped to almost zero, because I'll take some coffee and NSAIDs when he alerts.

    He also broadly gets the concept of "pills make people feel better in a little bit". He'll stop alerting for about 20 minutes if you take pills (or pantomime taking pills because you're busy or something). Then if you faked him out he'll alert again in 20-30 minutes lol.

    He's one of the smartest dogs I've ever met in the "cause and effect generalizes to X" sort of way. (He also is super confident and pretty sure that the world is made of sunshine, rainbows, and friends so is conversely really dumb in risk assessment, like will fall off the bed because he's sure he'll be caught kind of way)

  • I had a wiener dog that absolutely SLAYED moles like it was his job. Seriously, I bet he killed more than a hundred over a few years. I guess it kind of was his job, wieners are bred to hunt burrowing animals like that. Dachshund is German for "badger hound".

    Anyway, he got a little older, fatter, and lazier, and we also moved to an area with tougher soil, so his mole slaying days were over (we thought). But then we got a young German Shepherd, and he figured out that he could find the mole (his downward pointing ears made him good at that), start digging the hole, and then stand back and let her take over. Then after she did all the hard work of grabbing and killing the thing, he would steal it from her and come present it to us very proudly.

    He wasn't a terribly bright dog, so I was really impressed when he started doing that. The German Shepherd was way smarter than him by any measure, but I think she didn't care that he was taking credit for her kills. She was just having fun helping him. Both excellent dogs, I miss them a lot.

  • I've had dogs all my life and have chosen zero of them for their intelligence. My best-ever dog (greyhound) was a beautiful dullard by dog-intelligence standards. My current companion is a box-'o-rocks pibble whose unbounded goofiness and joy makes passers-by smile.

    But I once adopted a young doberman from a shelter who kept me on my toes. So did so many crazy-smart things that it's hard to think of one. She'd unwind her lead off of obstacles, learn things I didn't necessarily want her to learn, etc. She was a real challenge, like having a toddler around.

  • I watched my Pekingese figure out a problem and use tools.

    He wanted on the table where we were setting up for Thanksgiving. The table was stock full of delicious smells. Pekes are shaped like fat egg rolls with flipper feet. There was no way he could jump that high. But ohhhh... He wanted on that table. He just sat there, like a chubby kid staring at an unguarded cake three balconies above him.

    After driving himself mental, pacing in place, whining, he sat down and started looking around, thinking about his plight. He saw a spare dining room chair we brought out to accommodate guests. He passed the usual heavy oak chairs to this cheap, IKEA spare chair. He scooted it with his face towards the table. He'd stop every so often, to see how close it was. He was gaging the distance.

    Then, at the proper distance, he hopped on the chair and onto the the table before I grabbed him. It wasn't so much "NO PUPPEH MAH PAHT PIAH!" but I knew he'd grab a slice of meat too big for him and choke on it trying to swallow it before I got it from him.

    Later, I gave him his own plate with dog-appropriate and safe food on it.

    But my Peke was now another tool-user in my house.

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