A few minutes ago I fed the dog putting the bowl near the doorway to the kitchen. I then grabbed a broom and began sweeping up some of her shed hair. I wanted to sweep through the doorway, but she was still eating and in the way. She looked at me, and then picked the bowl up in her teeth moving it out of my way by a couple feet and resumed eating. And my late wife inexplicably called her dumb. My good girl German Shepherd just made my day with that simple act.