(However smart a whip is)

I can see the little wheels in his head working when he's working a problem out.

One night he had a huge beef soup bone. He knows he's not allowed to take bones off the linoleum floor in the kitchen. He munched on his treat while we had dinner.

After dinner I cleaned the table and we went into the living room and sat down.

Conway brought his bone right to the edge of where the linoleum meets the carpet and lay there chewing on it for a minute. Looking forlornly at us, all comfy on the couches.

All of a sudden he sits straight up. Looks at me. Cocks his head. You could almost see the "lightbulb" go off.

He leaves the bone on the linoleum. Goes behind the couch to his toy box. Brings out his big, fluffy, humpy bear and lays it at my feet.

Marches back to the kitchen. Picks his bone up and ever so carefully lays it on humpy bears chest. Lays across humpy bear's tummy and happily attends to his bone again. He must have laid there for an hour. When he was done, he picked the bone up and took it back to the linoleum. The bone never touched the carpet. Problem solved.

Smarty pants! LOL