Chloe intently observes a lot of human movements/actions, especially if it's directed to her. When we set up a fence on the front porch so she wouldn't escape and run to the streets (Stepford Wives complain a lot), she exactly knew how to devise or strategize an escape act. Whenever she ran and as I convinced him to get in the car `cause “... we're going to the park...” Well, she already got that trick figured out (that meant we'll just bring her back home). So she learned to just ignore the bait, and simply nonchalantly walked home each time, as though mumbling, “Jeez, I know that BS already! Let me just walk home myself, dude! Saves you the shit!” Chloe didn't really respond to, “Come here, girl...” she'd do it as she saw it fit. I mean, with the many hours—in four years—that she stared at me like a specimen on a litmus paper, what do I expect? She got my number, alrighty!
Chloe is a very sensitive dawg, unexpectedly touchy sometimes.
Whenever I was angry, she'd come to me and would place her paws on my
lap; when I was sad, she'd sleep on the slope of my bed... She has this look that isn't really sad or downcast, just a look of concern and intent--not cuddly, yet reassuring. The week
that she passed away, although she was hurting, she climbed up a
dozen flights of stairs to stay with me in my room—almost every
night in those few days.