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Animals are not supposed to preconceive
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Ruphus
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Have you ever watched a fruit "stealing" dog?
I have dogs and love them to bits.
And yet they experience me turning into Hulk from time to time.
Either when one of the males tries to mark in the garage, or when any of them vanadals in the garden.
It is not really a garden, not even nearly. Just a meagre line of soil which notwithstandingly once looked like this.
Now it is all deserted with only some of the trees still alive. ( They killed all of the plants and three of the trees by repeatedly digging out roots and cutting them off.)
Now, I could convince them to a degree to refrain from destroying roots, but the vandals still like to break off leafs and branches.
And as I hardly catch them in the act, they only wonder why a friendly guy like me will out of a sudden flip out from time to time shouting and gesticulating like a raging sailor.
Anyway, somehow they grasped that I do not appreciate them approaching the remaining trees.
Now what has occured lately is that the apricots are near ripe, and Charlie the worst of the tree vandals has developed interest in snatching them.
I, meanwhile behind a webcam or behind a curtain, see him process as follows:
Waits until I have went upstairs. Lays down a bit like absent minded.
Starts looking at the house, checking the windows.
Sits up after a while checking all windows for possibly pushed a side curtains. Back and forth window after window. With the silence in the house he seems to know that I am stalking.
Keeps staring for a loooong time, still making sure that I won´t observe.
Stays persitent with observing until he hears me rumbling further inside the house.
Then he turns around jumps up, grabs an apricote including what´s around it and takes it to a remote corner of the yard.
Jolly like a kings fisher. 
What I was going to say is, don´t forget:
Animal intellect won´t suffice for planing anything. 
Never, ever.
Ruphus
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Date May 26 2013 17:28:34
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Richard Jernigan
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Joined: Jan. 20 2004
From: Austin, Texas USA
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RE: Animals are not supposed to prec... (in reply to Ruphus)
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While we lived in Alaska, wild strawberries grew in our back yard. Intending to serve some at a dinner party, Mom warned us boys to leave them alone. But when she went to pick some on the day of the dinner, all had been harvested.
We were interrogated. We denied culpability. She didn't outright accuse us of lying, but we were sternly warned to obey in future.
At times Mom's Scottish heritage came to the surface. One day we heard her exclaiming loudly, "Fie, fie, you thieving scoundrel! Let those berries be!"
We went to see what was happening.
She apologized to us. She had let our little Boston Terrier out to do his business. He didn't like to stay outdoors very long during spring and summer, due to the plague of mosquitoes, so usually he got right to work on his task of elimination. But this time he made straight for the new crop of ripe strawberries and commenced feasting, while she reviled his larceny.
RNJ
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Date May 27 2013 19:58:27
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Ruphus
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Joined: Nov. 18 2010
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RE: Animals are not supposed to prec... (in reply to Ruphus)
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Haaaaahahahaha! 
That one made me almost laugh to tears!!
And it reminded me of the following:
In the eraly eighties I had 6 large plants in our flat ( girlfirend & mine) of the kind that have leafs looking similar to hands and which can be smoked or so.
My tom cat would engage all kind of tricks to secretly slip into that romm together with me when I entered for watering the pots. And when about to leave the room, remembering that the cat could be inside you would only see him under the bed with the tips of a leaf sticking out of his mouth.
He was just crazy after that plant ( only in its natural form, not interested in processed stuff). And after consumption he would stretch out on his back preferably in the middle of a doorway and be totally stoned.
Anyway, one day prematurely I had taken off one leaf and put in the oven for it to dry and see whether it could be tasting already.
The cat wasn´t even in the kitchen, but in another room when someone rang the door.
I had just taken the leaf out from the oven and left on the counter when wlaking those 3 or so meters to push the door opener button. After making sure that the door downstairs actually opened I turned around into the kitchen and the leaf was gone.
Like you with the sandwich I looked everywhere several times and again. On the counter, in the oven, on the table, in the cabinets ... I couldn´t believe it.
The less as there was no one crumb to be seen.
The cat laying on its back minutes later asured me of what had happened.
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The dogs badly vanadalized on the trees last night. You can look through the trees meanwhile as if the were bald headed.
Desperately, I today completely ignored them all day through ( heartbreaking how they follow you so dearly puzzled then) and have now at night all lights on in the yard to catch them in the act.
You wouldn´t believe how they prepare to avoid that and yet snatch a branch.
They just figure out when I am peeping behind the curtains.
Ruphus
PS:
Richard,
When my brother once ate a whole family package of ice cream, I found myself in a similar situation like you above. Though knowing me straight my old lady wouldn´t want to believe that I wasn´t the offender until finaly my brother confessed.
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Date May 27 2013 22:38:23
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