Sometimes I have the urge to do something, but I don’t know why. Jack, my favorite Scottie, has those irresistible urges, too. There’s a rawhide bone that causes this instinctual behavior in him. When he gets one of these bones, he wanders around with it hanging out of his mouth. He paces, he whines. He searches for a place to hide it. It’s just like those TV commercials that feature the dog trying to bury the bone.
It’s the most amazing thing to see these instincts coming out in Jack from his survival brain, the voices of his wolf ancestors reminding him that he might need sustenance later on, that he should carefully plan for the future.
When the Irresistible Instinct comes over Jack, he’s liable to “bury” that bone under his dog bed, behind a chair, in the pillows of the couch. One day he “buried” it under my elbow as I was lounging on the couch watching TV.
I love you buddy. I’m sorry I laugh at you. And then “dig up” the bone and give it back to you to watch you do it all over again. This irresistible instinct of yours makes me love you even more.