Today I was watering my plants. I ask Buddy to help me when I do that, which basically has meant he follows me around. He did that today. But after I had watered all the plants, I had to go looking for him. He was in the sunroom, with his nose snooping around my Meyer lemon tree.
“Buddy, leave it!” I said, afraid he was trying to eat its leaves. He didn’t move, so I went over and pulled him back. And that’s when I saw it. Water all over the floor. I had overwatered the lemon tree and it had drained out of the pot, spilled over the saucer under the pot, and made a big puddle. I ran and grabbed towels, laid them on top of the water, and then turned around and told Buddy what a good boy he was, telling me about the water. He got all happy and wiggly that I recognized what he had just done.
Later that day, I noticed, for the second time, that Buddy was in the bathroom. “What are you doing in there?” I asked, only to go around the open door (our door opens inward and it’s a small room) where I saw my coat, Buddy’s treat bag, and his leash. I had dropped them there when I ran in to go to the bathroom when we got home from our walk. And forgot to put them away. Once again, Buddy was showing me what was not right.
When we get ready to go for a walk, he looks up at the leash.
When I get back inside, he points to my slippers.
When we clean up his poop near the beginning of a walk and I leave the poop bag to pick up on the way back, he pulls me over to the poop bag. And would love it if I would let him carry it himself.
When I figure his poop is out of the way and not near anybody’s house and I can leave it, Buddy walks over to it on the way back to tell me to pick it up.
After my bath, Buddy walks over to the hairdryer and barks. He doesn’t really like the hairdryer but he knows that I’m going to use it.
I’m sure there is more he tries to tell me. Things I don’t notice. But he notices. He notices everything.