Murdoch understands trousers. Now I don't mean to suggest that he is some kind of fashion guru or anything silly like that. He's not lying in his bed weighing up the relative merits of bootleg jeans (good) against harem pants (bad) and wondering whether a pair of high waisted slacks really is the best option for a long, slim silhouette (like a little furry Gok Wan). I just mean that Murdoch understands trousers insofar as they relate to his own life. Specifically, he knows that if I put on a pair of trousers it means that I am leaving the flat at some point in the near future.
As a result he has learned to recognise the sound of me putting some on. So when I get up at stupid o'clock in the morning to walk Murdoch, he remains curled up in his bed, all comfy and snug until the exact moment that I pull my walking trousers up over my knees. At which point he comes hurtling into my bedroom to see what's going on. From then on my morning becomes dedicated to the avoidance of an excited dog dancing around my ankles, looking up at me with a hopeful expression on his face. "Are you going out? Are you going walking? Can I come? CAN I COME?!?!".
I'm sure you understand why I leave it till the very last minute to put them on before going for a walk. Otherwise he'd combust with the excitement of it all before we even got to the front door.
Isn't he a clever boy? I wonder if other pets have similar abilities......