Patrick Burns quotes a Victorian writer on dogs:
We hear constantly of prodigies of dogs, whose very intelligence makes them of little value as slaves. When they are wanted, they are apt to be absent on their own errands.
"It's time to go. Have you seen Shelby?"
"She was here a little while ago."
They are too critical of their master's conduct. For instance, an intelligent dog shows marked contempt for an unsuccessful sportsman.
Back in the mid-1980s, I went dove hunting near Westcliffe. One of our group borrowed a friend's golden retriever--just took him out of the yard. Knowing Chuck, I am not sure if he asked permission first.
I know, I know, a lot of people think that goldens are sort of dim-witted.
Not this specimen. He was as professional as a Swiss guide.
He always knew who hit a bird and always returned the bird to the right person.
But if you missed, he would look over his shoulder and sneer. It is humiliating to be sneered at by a dog.
"I want one of those," I thought. But then someone gave me a Chesapeake Bay retriever pup instead.