thistlebloom
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My little cattle dog Wren is riddled with OCD when it comes to balls. She can go along being a perfectly normal dog until you say the "B" word. Then the red spirals start to spin in her eyes and she becomes an intense, taut as a bowstring, single minded canine, ready to fly repeatedly after a ball, or any reasonable semi spherical object for as long as someone, anyone, is willing to chuck it across the lawn or far out into the woods for her.
And I mean she can keep it up for hours. Days probably, if your arm didn't fall right out of the socket before then.
So today she palled around with me while I did yard work.
I looked at her, my faithful little maniac, and decided to reward her with some ball time.
I hucked the ball far and wide, trying to get it out in the woods far enough that I could get more than 15 seconds of cutting and clipping done before she brought the ball back. She's really smart about listening for where the ball hits (because we always try to fake her out you know) and she never ever fails to find it. Even if it takes her 30 minutes, she will always find the ball.
I heaved again, this time towards the woods behind the kids garden, (I use a "chuck-it" to get more distance, no way is my own arm that good for a long one).
I heard a dull thunk and went back to work. It seemed to be taking her awhile to find it, and then finally here she came - with one of the kids watering cans. This was a weird thing, even for her.
Apparently when I threw the ball it hit a watering can just perfect and got stuck in the opening, under the handle. I couldn't have done that on purpose if you gave me a million dollars. Since she couldn't get the ball out, she just brought back the whole thing.
She's my favorite little comedian.
And I mean she can keep it up for hours. Days probably, if your arm didn't fall right out of the socket before then.
So today she palled around with me while I did yard work.
I looked at her, my faithful little maniac, and decided to reward her with some ball time.
I hucked the ball far and wide, trying to get it out in the woods far enough that I could get more than 15 seconds of cutting and clipping done before she brought the ball back. She's really smart about listening for where the ball hits (because we always try to fake her out you know) and she never ever fails to find it. Even if it takes her 30 minutes, she will always find the ball.
I heaved again, this time towards the woods behind the kids garden, (I use a "chuck-it" to get more distance, no way is my own arm that good for a long one).
I heard a dull thunk and went back to work. It seemed to be taking her awhile to find it, and then finally here she came - with one of the kids watering cans. This was a weird thing, even for her.
Apparently when I threw the ball it hit a watering can just perfect and got stuck in the opening, under the handle. I couldn't have done that on purpose if you gave me a million dollars. Since she couldn't get the ball out, she just brought back the whole thing.
She's my favorite little comedian.
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