My dog is smarter than your honor student
Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2019 3:33 am
Not at my house.

Reminds me of the border collie mix of a friend who shared a duplex with five of us in college (yes, that is a mangled sentence, and yes, the dog was smarter than the rest of us combined). That dog got run 4-8 miles at a good pace everyday. Plus, with all the people in and out of the duplex, she had an hour to three hours a day of chase and return the ball. Not may people have it to take care of that kind of energy. I've never had a dog as smart as either the college dog or the one in this article; but that is undoubtedly due to the owner.
I Met The World’s Smartest Dog

More at: https://getpocket.com/explore/item/i-me ... ket-newtabChaser didn't just learn objects by name: she started to understand the basic structure of human language.
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Dan Nosowitz
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Throughout the interview, Pill gave Chaser what I considered to be some pretty intricate directions. It was never "sit" or "stop," but things like "relax" or "go to the living room," which Chaser actually obeyed. These weren't to impress me; this is the way John and Sally and Pill talk to Chaser. But I wanted to see some tricks.
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I hid Fuzzy under a tall piece of wooden furniture, tucked way in the corner. There was only a few inches of space underneath there; Fuzzy wasn't really in sight at all. It was too good of a hiding place. * * * After a minute or two of Chaser scouring the apartment for Fuzzy, John told me to play the hot and cold game. "Seriously? She understands 'hot' and 'cold'?" I said. "Oh, yes," said John. * * * She quickly turned back around, and within a few seconds had triumphantly located Fuzzy. She clawed him out from my unfairly difficult hiding place and looked up at me, eyes round, tail wagging, ears extended straight upward. "Good girl!" I said, before wondering how old a human child has to be before being able to accomplish that task.
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Chaser would sit a couple of feet from me during the interview and very gently and precisely roll the ball at me with her nose. No games, no nonsense: here's the ball back. Throw it again, please.
Reminds me of the border collie mix of a friend who shared a duplex with five of us in college (yes, that is a mangled sentence, and yes, the dog was smarter than the rest of us combined). That dog got run 4-8 miles at a good pace everyday. Plus, with all the people in and out of the duplex, she had an hour to three hours a day of chase and return the ball. Not may people have it to take care of that kind of energy. I've never had a dog as smart as either the college dog or the one in this article; but that is undoubtedly due to the owner.