IT'S THE NOSE THAT KNOWS

Got home this afternoon and was standing by the kitchen counter going through mail and snacking with bouviers (they get to share what I eat at kitchen counters in the late afternoon). Kaz was ignoring me and the food and was pawing very politely at the top of the dishwasher/cabinet and whining slightly, catching my eye, the whole nine yards. So I try everything on the cabinet. Is it the tomato? the sharpening thing? the dish? the xxx? etc. No, none of the above. More polite pawing, staring, whining. Then the other shoe dropped! Last night I had put his puck (a rubber puck-shaped toy that he only gets at night) in the dishwasher because it was grotty. He was smelling the rubber puck through the closed dishwasher door and asking for it, "please". I opened the dishwasher, got out the puck and asked it this was what he wanted. Kaz very politely took his puck (gave me a 'finally, gee humans are slow' look) and left with puck for a chewing session. Amazing--from a human point of view at any rate.