Sometimes my service dog is the most brilliant dog ever.
This morning I was in the kitchen and dropped a dish towel on the floor.
For some reason, he was in the living room, not underfoot as he
usually is when I am in the kitchen. I called to him so he could pick
up the towel for me and he came trotting into the kitchen and before I
could say anything, spotted the towel and picked it up and gave it to
me. Apparently he realized it did not belong on the kitchen floor and
figured he should pick it up.
Of course, he does not always do that. Yesterday I had to tell him three times to pick up a plastic soda bottle on the floor.
But sometimes he is absolutely brilliant.