I like clever dogs and have stuck to adopting smart breeds into our family. However, I never needed a degree to live with them. Keeping Willow safe and happy requires an understanding of physics, calculating momentum and arcs of flight when she runs and hurdles things to land in a lap or clear an obstacle. Still, there's no explaining the stealth technology she uses to sneak up on me. I launched an attempt to slow her eating down as a half cup of food was disappearing in a minute or two. I purchased a lovely, expensive, puzzle feeder. Willow has to open drawers to find her food, Each drawer is locked in place by a bone. To open a drawer she first has to remove the locking bone. The first time she tried it, it took her twenty minutes, next time it took ten minutes. I expect you're picking up the pattern here. The next time took her five minutes, sigh... Keeping her safe would be easier with an engineering degree, I've built more barriers and fences in the back garden for playtime than the average prison does in a decade. Who knew she'd find wood chip mulch so entertaining to pick up and chew. A degree in botany would be nice to help with figuring out which plants might possibly be bad for her to yank out of the frozen ground. Google helps. Still, it doesn't take a degree in psychology to see her joy in life and to feel her love when she snuggles down for a nap on my feet, eschewing the expensive bed I bought her.