We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
You think your dog is smart? Or do you think youare smart? Jim was famous in the 1930s, and not just for finding coveys of quail:
"Such were Jim's powers that he could even look into the future and foretell coming events. For seven years in a row he was shown a list of entries in the Kentucky Derby, and picked the winner each time in advance of the race. With equal ease he could correctly predict the sex of babies yet unborn. In 1936, just before the World Series games were played, Van Arsdale, in the presence of friends, placed before Jim two pieces of paper upon which the names of the teams had been written. He explained, "Jim, I have here the names of the two teams that will be playing in the World Series. Will you show us the one that will win?" Jim placed a paw on the slip bearing the word "Yankees." Later events proved him correct."
Once upon a time the Better-Two-Thirds and I were selling our home. It was what is euphemistically referred to 'round here as a "starter home". We'd started there and we wanted out.
The buyer's home inspector had spotted termites in a firewood pile out back of the house and the buyers somewhat understandably wanted the house treated. But you couldn't legally treat the house unless termites were found in the structure and that hadn't happened. They wanted us to pay for a termite inspection but they wanted to select the inspector. We agreed to that and a date was set.
When the date arrived a van pulled up with, no kidding, "Ranger the Wonderdog" painted on the side. Ranger was the oldest beagle I've ever seen and allegedly trained to sniff out termites.
I think Ranger's sniffing days were behind him - I wouldn't 'a bet a bagel that beagle could find bacon let alone termites. To make a short story longer, I watched in growing amusement as the inspector led Ranger around the house tapping on things with a long stick and barking, "Ranger! Seek!" Ranger was apparently finding no termites.
Eventually he held the stick horizontally out in front of him and barked, yet again, "Ranger! Seek!" Ranger proceeded to sniff a moment and then started scratching at our bedpost. I couldn't contain myself any longer and guffawed out, "Yikes! We have termites in the bedpost!"
My wife was disturbed by the obvious fraud of the whole thing but we had a good laugh and got the house treated. Besides, you gotta love beagles even if they are long passed their prime.