Many years ago we lived on the NY-MA state border. Hunters in those parts swore that all of the deer could read. And they were probably right
What happened was this: hunting season is at different times in the two states. About the time hunting in NY started, every single deer anywhere near the border would stroll across into Massachusetts, from where they would look at those NY hunters and snicker. A couple of weeks later they would all pick up and together with their Mass cousins stroll over into New York, laughing like a bunch of loons at all those frustrated Mass hunters.
Put the doggie out at unexpected times