My friend Bruce was telling me that he screwed up naming his dog. Apparently, his dog, Zeus, can't tell the difference when Bruce's wife calls for Bruce from the other room. Zeus always gets up and lumbers in to see what she wants. Bruce said that he doesn't even bother getting off the couch. When his wife asked him why he didn't come when she called, he told her that he didn't think there was a need, because he sent Zeus to find out what she wanted.
Bruce said that Zeus is the smartest dog he's ever owned. The kind of dog a man can have a conversation with and just know the dog understands him. He said that lately when his wife calls for Bruce, Zeus will just look over at Bruce to see which one of them is supposed to go. He'll only check it out if Bruce tells him that she called the dog.
