Our Shih Tzu, Tucker, has ESP. It is the only way to explain how he knows the dog groomer is coming to our house to give him a haircut.
Kim is a nice young woman who grooms little dogs on the side while she attends school. The last time she was coming, Tucker refused to get out of his kennel (which, by the way, has no door so he goes in and out as he pleases). The kids came home from school and he would not go out into the yard for his daily “relief”. They tried coaxing him with cookies. No go. They tried his toys. Nope. Finally my husband called me at work: “He knows she’s coming today”.
What? ”That’s ridiculous!”, I replied.
“Tara, he knows. We can’t get him out of his kennel.”
“Well, does he read the family calendar and know she’s coming? Can he understand ‘Dog Groomer’? Does he even understand English?”
“I’m telling you, he knows."
When I came home he was on the driveway being groomed. My family explained to me they tilted his kennel cage a little so that he finally came spilling out and Kim grabbed him.
She comes again this afternoon. Last night, this set off family trauma.
When the phone rang last evening my 7 year old said with a wink, “Mom, it is the DG on the phone. You know who!”
“Oh, yeah, don’t say the word!” said my eldest daughter. I protested how crazy this all was. “Mom”, said my college guy, “Somehow he just knows. Don’t talk about it in front of him”. I shook my head, looking to my husband for backup.
“It’s true”, he said, looking dismayed, “That dog just knows.” They all nodded in agreement.
Is it me? Is it possible? I wonder what will happen today when I come home from work. And can you believe this—they turned the family calendar around so he can’t read it!