Yesterday I got my proof.
My dog Checkers is a beautiful, sweet, large, stupid goldendoodle.
My son's dog, Tic, is a smart, devious, adorable dauchshund.
My daughter's dog, Tac, is a bitch. She's also a dauchsund, and she is pretty sweet, but she's a bitch in both senses of the word.
Our trash can is tall. So I knew that Tic and Tac would never be able to reach it, and I also knew that Checkers is way too dumb to figure out how to open the lid by himself, and also to take the loot outside to hide it.
But then I came home from the hospital to take a nap and stepped outside for a little while.
Tic and Tac were sitting on the back porch calmly and then Checkers bolted out the dog door with a plate in mouth. He deposited it on the ground in front of Tic and then turned around and went back inside. In a few seconds he came back out with a lunch baggy and gave that to Tac and turned around and ran back inside.
Meanwhile I'm sitting in my chair amazed.
When he came back with an empty water bottle I called to him.
He had the cutest look on his face and came right to me, tail wagging.
Tic and Tace ran inside.
Damn dauchshund instigators.
