So, this evenings walkies started as normal. Asked doggo if he wanted to go out which was met with the usual enthusiasm. He impatiently waited for my wizened old husk to put shoes on and get ready, then as I approached the front door, he stopped. Strange, thought I.
I wandered back up the hallway wondering how to approach this when I realised I hadn't picked up my door keys. I picked up said keys, put them in my pocket and turned back to doggo to decide what to do next. He was all ready to go now, for all the world as if he knew that I didn't have my keys previously, and that we could proceed now that I had them safely with me.
Coincidence, or did he know? I generally don't believe in all that, but it is just too weird.