Jamie was such an incredibly smart dog, I decided to go beyond teaching him to roll over or shake hands. I taught him to prepare to go to Vietnam (remember, this was in 1968). I would say, "Jamie, are you ready to go to Vietnam?" and he would drop to his belly.
Then I would point my finger and say "bang bang" and he would roll over and play dead. Then I would say, "Get in the mud!" and he would crawl on his belly until I told him he was done.
He was so smart he took short cuts. At the time, I was interested in archery and had a nice bow. My dad got me a bale of hay and we put a target on it. I would go into the woods behind our house and shot arrows, sometimes into the target, sometimes into the woods. Jamie would sit beside me and when I had shot all my arrows, I would tell him to "go find the arrows, Jamie". He would take off in leaps and bounds and go find the arrows and bring them back.
One day, he decided it would make more sense to go and wait for the arrows. As I was shooting the first one, he jumped up and galloped into the woods beside the target, early waiting for the arrow. Fortunately, I was able to shoot the arrow in the other direction. Apparently his plan was to catch them in midair. I explained to him that this was probably not a good idea.
Too smart.