Liar, Liar … pants on fire

Recently I heard a fascinating story that suggests dogs probably know when a person is lying. We know that they can pick up a person’s emotional state and apparently there’s research that indicates dogs can determine whether a person is trustworthy.

Even though dogs may seem like they categorically love everyone, that generally applies to those who treat them well in return. When you mistreat a dog too many times, he will probably lose trust in you and may not respond to your commands.

It’s said that dogs can be good judge of character, which no doubt is based on their observation skills and the fact that they’ve practiced living with us humans for the past 10,000+ years.

The ability to pick up on emotional cues and level of trustworthiness could mean the difference between life and death for dogs which probably adds to their ability to discern whether or not someone is ‘lying.’

Research recently published in the journal Animal Cognition revealed that dogs “learned” when a person wasn’t trustworthy and then no longer followed their commands. The study led by Akiko Takaoka, Ph.D. of Kyoto University, had all dogs go to a specified container pointed to by a researcher that had some food hidden under it.

The researcher then pointed to an empty container after showing the dogs that food was hidden under a different container. In the final phase, the researcher once again pointed toward the correct container with the hidden food.

However, by this time the dogs were no longer willing to trust the researcher and only complied 8 percent of the time. According to the study:

“These results suggest that not only [are] dogs … highly skilled at understanding human pointing gestures, but also they make inferences about the reliability of a human who presents cues and consequently modify their behavior flexibly depending on the inference.”

The researchers wanted to determine if the mistrust was only associated with the particular researcher or if the mistrust was associated with other people as well.

By repeating the first phase of the experiment in the final step, the untrustworthy researcher was replaced with a new individual, who pointed to a container with an appropriately hidden treat.

In that case, the dogs gave the person the benefit of the doubt and went to the container to which he pointed, showing they had not lost faith in all humanity — only in the person who misled them initially.

Dogs are typically said to have mental abilities similar to that of a 2 to 3-year-old child, but in this study it has been suggested that perhaps they possess a higher level of intellectual sophistication.

We know that dogs process emotional cues and meanings of words much like humans do. Dogs pay attention to body language, taking note of posture and eye contact which make them especially intuitive around sick people.

It’s been thought that the average dog comprehends about 165 different words, although some may learn additional ones if taught. Intelligence levels can vary by breed and other factors. According to canine researcher Stanley Coren, Ph.D.:

“There are three types of dog intelligence: instinctive (what the dog is bred to do), adaptive (how well the dog learns from its environment to solve problems) and working and obedience (the equivalent of ‘school learning’).”

Coren suggested most dogs have the mental abilities similar to a two-year-old child, though some dogs show especially impressive abilities like counting, understanding symbolic concepts, and operation of simple machines.

Coren believes these 7 breeds are the smartest though generalization by breed is a mistake-Exhibit A – Sam whose dimness has been well documented over the years:

  1. Border Collie
  2. Poodle
  3. German Shepherd
  4. Golden Retriever
  5. Doberman
  6. Shetland Sheepdogs
  7. Labrador Retriever

Now I ask you, is this the face of a rocket scientist? Yeah, I don’t think so either. Most definitely sweet, but smart . . . not so much.

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So…how brilliant is your fur-kid?

Live, love, bark! <3

Wordless Wednesday

Well actually…this post isn’t completely wordless. Instead, an image to convey a single peaceful moment on the hospital grounds before our shift begins where we’ll visit with staff and patients. The hospital takes the notion of healing seriously by creating a lovely space for visitors and staff with some nicely landscaped spaces. Sam enjoys a nice shady spot by a pond in preparation for an afternoon bringing smiles to patients, visitors and nurses.

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Live, love, bark! <3

Monday Moanings

Even after a couple of days recovering fromheader, it seems clear that Sam is still a little ‘crinkled‘ rough around the edges. Is it pawsible he’s still hung-over from Ruby’s margarita truck or is the Denver heat just getting to him? Hopefully he’ll wake up in time to make the fur-stealing appointment session with the groomer so he can look pawfectly spiffed up for a hospice appearance later today. Anyone have a doggy Advil at their house for the Rastafarian wanna-be here?

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Here’s hoping you all had a swell time at the pawty and a terrific weekend. Happy Mo(a)day.

Live, love, bark! <3

Weekend Wags

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Sam will be visiting the hospital on Monday so that means he’ll be getting professionally all dolled up. Good thing, too. The ‘muppet’ walks much better moving forward.  😉 Here’s to a weekend full of wags and smiles. Stay cool!

Live, love, bark! <3

Fab Friday

You’re getting up and fixing me Swedish crepes this morning, right?! I’ll just wait here till they’re ready, ok?

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Is your dog an early morning snuggler?

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Can Dogs Be Religious?

It seems like maybe my dog might just be a Catholic…he sure seems very religious lately. If he starts following Pope Francis on Twitter, I’ll know for sure. I mean, he seems to be trying to baptize every living thing in sight these days. It goes something like this:

Find every possible tree or shrub and then sniff (pray), pee (baptize), repeat. Heavy emphasis on the pray and repeat parts. Most of the time, the baptize part is just a few drops. Gawd, I love male dogs. For the record he walked around that particularly tree twice and then circled back in the opposite direction once more before the ‘blessing.’ My neighbors are soo lucky he’s such a religious guy.

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So far he hasn’t done too much damage to the garden but I’m holding my breath. There’s so much material to work with, so I’m sure there’ll be some collateral damage at some point. On the plus side, the climbing rose near the front door has NEVER bloomed that much before.

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Is your dog ‘religious?’

Live, love, bark! <3

 

Wordless Wednesday

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A remarkable trainer. In more ways than one.

Live, love, bark! <3

Tuesday Troubles

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We’ve pretty much slipped back into our usual routine for the most part which includes a couple walks during the day, one in the morning and one at night. Ever notice how “some” dogs just seem to court trouble? We’re buzzing long nicely and pass a neighbor’s house who owns one of the biggest and tallest Great Danes I’ve ever seen. ‘Frank’ is one biggg sucker and he announces his presence with authority. He’s a gorgeous charcoal color and looks like a huge grey ghost. He does however seem to despise Sam.

Not that he’s had any encounters with Sam. Heavens no. He’s so big he scares the stuffing outa me, but Sam could give two whits about Frank. Yesterday we decided to walk in the opposite direction of Frank’s house and came across a pair of Danes getting ready to go on their walk. They live a couple blocks down the street from us and I hadn’t seen them before now. As if they’d just received a text from Frank, they both started carrying on like banshees (with that low, deep Barry White voice…but not the one with all the sexy lyrics). The owner was having a hard time trying to get them corralled calm (thankfully he didn’t get dragged down the porch like I initially thought might happen. We scurried by as quickly as I could drag His Highness who was more than dallying along so as to be able to check his Twitter feed. We eventually passed and apparently Sam thinks I’m going to protect him from these ginormous, snarling hounds. Uh, dude, you’re on your own. I’m dropping your leash and running like an Olympic sprinter in the opposite direction, truth be told. There are a few other Danes in the neighborhood and they all react pretty much the same way and I have no idea why.

But these latest encounters got me thinking, why do some dogs just go crazy over other dogs, especially ones that are just toddling along, minding their own business, not aggressive in any fashion? Seems like the reaction is waaay beyond what might be warranted but I’ve been known to be way off base before.

I mean, seriously…is this the kind of dog that should entice an all out barking, snarling, “I’m-gonna-tear-you-a-new-one” reaction? Yeah, me neither. Maybe Sam’s ‘amorous reputation’ has been tweeted around the ‘hood and all the Great Dane male dogs are trying to make sure he doesn’t get any kinky ideas with them. That or Great Danes as a breed just generally despise my dog.

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Have you ever had this happen to you?

Live, love, bark! <3

Saturday Smiles

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You just never can trust Standard Poodles, they can show up at any time completely incognito. Who IS that behind those Foster Grants?

Here’s hoping you have a sunny and dry weekend. To those of you who have been deluged with rain of late, you are in our thoughts and paws. 🐾

Live, love, bark! <3

Not-So Fab Friday

Everything was going just swell. The injury above Sam ‘s eye suffered at the hands of brutes when he was no doubt sharing his special ‘brand of love‘ at the kennel, was healing reasonably. His appetite has been improving daily, we were [mostly] over the jet lag from the return trip that lasted 87 hours and settling back nicely into our pre-vacay groove when THIS happened. O.u.c.h.

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How in the heck did that happen?! Well…Sam had just crawled up in my lap while I was focused on reading the latest in Blogville when his paw got hung up on my pocket and poof!!  a dewclaw broke off. Wait, he has dew claws? Yeah, I don’t why he has them either; he had them when I got him at age 2 and up until now, they’ve never given him us any problems. All my other Standards had theirs removed so this was new territory for moi. He never whimpered or cried out and it mostly just broke off rather than ripped out from the paw. For a brief moment I expect blood to spurt everywhere like an episode of The Walking Dead. Gah!! Thank goodness it was nothing like that, but still…sheesh. I mean what kind of way is that to start out the weekend?! Sorry if its hard to see it through all the muppet hair. He was squirming like a 3-year old trying to avoid getting the milk wiped off his face.

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Hope this isn’t a harbinger of things to come as he races forward to full-fledged senior-dom. I mean, are the wheels are coming off this model, one claw at a time? Is there such a thing as Medicare for dogs?

Has your pup ever broken off a dew claw? What did you do?

Live, love, bark! <3