What Do They Think We Do with all that Poop?
Seriously. I jokingly asked this question at the end of my talk at APDT (more on that in the next post), but although it’s not exactly a burning question related to training and behavior, I still wonder about it.
Honestly… what do they think? We collect it and object when they try to eat it. One of my dogs had no interest in coprophagia until he watched me collect dog feces after the snow melted in late winter. Could it be that they think we prize it in some way? Hoard it for ourselves? Or do they think about it at all? Anyone else wondered about this, or I am the only crazy one who thinks about such things?
Ah, now we’re back to the beginning of my talk… thinking about thinking. (Try defining what you’re doing when you’re thinking. Think about it about!)
MEANWHILE, back on the farm: Sooo good to be home. I came home early from the conference, too much to do here between fall and the farm and work.
It’s lovely here, although some wouldn’t say that. It’s been damp and cloudy, and we had a glorious rain most of Friday night, most welcome after weeks of lovely but very dry weather. It was starting to get terribly dry so it is great to see the plants get watered before winter sets in. It’s still beautiful though; not as showy as earlier, but I love the combination of still-green and orange-brown that still surrounds us.