Our hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz, is now six years old. (Which means I must've been blogging for six years, since he was just a puppy when I first started.) The dog is rather smart, but he never seemed to know my name. He knew "Daddy," and "Bubba," and my daughter's name. But not "Mama."
Time and time again, we'd ask him to "get Mama." and he never would. He'd go to the window and look out, even though I was standing two feet away from him.
Well, some kind of connection finally happened in his dog brain. The day he turned six, he figured it out.
"Go get Mama," my husband said.
And he did!
We made a big fuss about it.
We asked him the next day, and he remembered.
It's been a whole two weeks, and he still knows who I am. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?