As you probably know by now, I love our little dog Phoebe. She makes me laugh multiple times a day. She’s a joy to have around 99% 95% of the time. Sometimes I wonder if she’s fully aware that’s she’s actually a canine though
Today I took her downstairs to potty and noticed it was actually really beautiful outside. The potty area, while not fenced in, is basically enclosed because it’s surrounded by buildings. I ran around with her a little bit but thought she might have more fun if I got some toys. We ran upstairs, grabbed a ball and a squeaky toy and went back down for what I anticipated would be a fun little game of fetch.
It started out just fine. I kept her lease on so that if she took off I’d have something to grab. I don’t want to jinx anything but so far she’s not the type to make a break for it. Also, if I tell her to stop? She does. Even I’m impressed. Anyway, this was the beginning
Aw! So cute and she seemed to be having a good time.
Very quickly though she seemed to forget the point of the game. I’d throw her ball or toy and she’d run like the wind for it, sniff and then….
Notice the toy way off in the distance? And she’d stand there looking at me like, “What are you going to throw now?”
Eventually it was just a game of throw the toy, run to the toy and…
“Oh look, a hole!”
I tried showing her how to run to the toy and pick it up. I’d squeak it and get her all excited only to throw it and have her completely lose interest. It was like she was thinking
“I just got that thing for you and you throw it away again?!”
So yeah, that whole movie image of a good game of catch with my dog? Not so much… Obviously she is in no part retriever.
More like papillon with a side of ADD.