I took Austin and Otto to the dog park on Monday. It was pretty chilly so after the usual run, Otto demanded to be held and I put him in my jacket. Austin was having the usual good time, enjoying running through the mud, barking at the bigger dogs and peeing on things left on the ground (water containers, bags, toys, whatever anyone was careless enough not to pick up) We'd been there about an hour, and Austin did the strangest thing: He stopped in the middle of running, came over to me and barked at me. He's never done that before, so I asked him if he was ready to go home. He ran over to the post where I'd hung the leashes and barked again. I was in shock. My little man is really smart, or I'm really well trained.