This is the smartest dog alive

So this weekend (I forget which day) we had trouble getting Chopper out of the bedroom. He likes it up there, it's one of his safe places, and if the timing isn't right then he won't budge.  He curls up into a tight ball on the dog bed, keeps his head low, and I swear grows roots. So this was another one of those times when he wouldn't budge and the morning was rapidly coming to a close.  I needed to give him his medication not to mention he hadn't been outside to relieve himself in far too long.  I went for a secret weapon--real meat.  Greg had roasted pork loin on the grill so I cut up a few pieces and tried first lure him out of the room, and then to hide his pills in something tasty.  It didn't fly.  He ate the meat and spit out the pills.

Back downstairs I went, this time getting every yummy thing I could find: more pork, canned dog food, cod liver oil, smelly goat cheese.  I combined it all around his cut up pills and made an Ultra Dog Treat.  This one he gladly ate, after which he got up and came over to the bed poised for pettings.  We pet and pet him, rubbing his ears and chin, at which point Greg leans over and says: we have the smartest dog ever, he convinced us to let him sleep in, feed him pork in bed and tied it all together with a two person massage.

Touche Chopper, touche.