I think it would be safe to say that most people are in collective agreement that canine instincts are some of the best in existence when it comes to animals. Dogs tend to sense, feel and detect things we as humans often miss or overlook, and sometimes, the accuracy of canine instincts is astounding.
My husband and I have a wonderful pup named Lenny. She will soon be two years old, and she is a rescue dog from North Carolina. We don’t know too much about her background or history, aside from her being half-Australian Blue Heeler, but based on the little research I’ve done, I think the remaining half of her breed may be a Boston Terrier.
Lenny made it apparent quite early on she is a very intelligent dog. My family has had Blue Heelers for years, so her being smart didn’t come as a huge surprise, but sometimes, I really do have to stop and marvel at how darn bright she really is.
I have a lot of aches and pains from Lyme disease, and as of late, these aches and pains have significantly amplified thanks to the fact I’ve started playing rugby again after a ten-year hiatus. A couple of weeks ago, I injured one of my knees pretty badly – I went to get it checked out, and I’m waiting for an ultrasound to get a firm diagnosis.
In the meantime, I’ve been icing it and using compression sleeves and/or braces, but I usually end up tweaking it again relatively badly after practice. Just about every time I come home from practice, Lenny immediately starts intensely sniffing my injured knee. I’m not talking about one or two sniffs; she will stop and inhale my knee for a good five minutes, going all the way around my leg until she’s completed a 360. Once she is done, she usually looks up at me with what I can only describe as concern.
Canine instincts really are a marvel.
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