Well, that's what my son says when he's petting our basset hound, Bubba. I would always protest. Bubba's not dumb, I would say. But I'm not so sure.
When I was walking him (and our entourage: Whiskers & Midnight the cats, and Rogue the dachshund) this morning, he got scared of a rock. Yes, a rock! A red sandstone rock about the size of a high-top sneaker. We come almost up to it, he stops, "WOOOOOOF!"
I kick it over with my foot and say, "Bubba, it's only a rock!" As I kicked it over he jumped back, then, very slowly, very carefully, got closer to it, and sniffed it.
Bubba is the sweetest dog, but maybe "Bubba Dumb."
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