…has just occurred, chez nous.
While I was at the pet shop today, buying food for Piggly, I also bought her a couple of the chews that she particularly enjoys.
I’d forgotten about them until about 5 minutes ago, when–noticing that she was slumped around on the floor beside my computer, looking terminally bored–it occurred to me to go and get one, as P loves to chew them while I’m messing around up here.
So, I told Piglet I was going to get her a really lovely chew, and it was most odd! She behaved as though she’d actually understood precisely what I’d said, leaped up started bouncing around excitedly. She then followed–well, *led* more than followed–me downstairs to the pantry, bouncing up and down, drooling and panting at me with delight, and now she’s happily established on the floor again, attempting to gnaw her wee teethies away to little stubs.
I know it’s only a small thing, but it did seem odd that she reacted with so much excitement to what I’d said. I talk to her all the time, but generally she just shrugs and turns away unless I’m actively proferring something edible (or a picture of her boyfriend, Buster the Cairn terrier).
I wonder whether she somehow picked up on the mental image of a chew that my thought had created in my mind…? Yeah, I realise it sounds nuts, but then it’s not so very long since most peeps thought the earth was flat, remember… And There are more things in Heaven and Earth, etc etc etc 🙂 Oh, and only a few months ago I’m sure I spoke to somebody who still didn’t believe in ghosts!
p.s. And don’t forget all those stories of the cunning wee dogs who apparently leap out of their beds and dash to the window a few minutes before their peepses turn into the drive…