There's a price to be paid

[lizblackdog]

Gah. We're in the Woodland Walk, I'm throwing the ball for Spike, and I have Squish on a longish leash so he can poke through bushes and smell things and bounce around. Every few minutes I recall him for bits of sausage. He's getting better at this.

Spike goes to check out a scent that Squish finds interesting and drops his ball in the shrubbery somewhere. This happens pretty much every day, and what I do is ask him where it is and he retraces his steps till he finds it. It can take a while. Spike has a short attention span and isn't a finding-things dog by nature, but I got sick of buying him new balls (he can't have tennis balls, and his special soft rubber balls need a trip to Pets At Home, two bus rides away) so now I keep him at it till he damn well finds it.

Only this time Squish, on-leash, found it first. And he was so pleased with himself. Until the Wrath Of Spike came down on his poor lil' head like a Reaver on speed. AAAAARGH.

No one's bleeding, but the whole thing just kills me. Squish just wants to play ball too.

Also, the cats knocked over the water bowl while I was out, and my knee really fucking hurts.

Comments

[kiss-kass.livejournal.com]

Our Happy dog, a black lab, used to always know the location of every dog toy in the house and would get them on cue. It was very cute.

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Smart dog! Spike can do the fetching things on cue but he's too distractable to remember where he left things.

[kiss-kass.livejournal.com]

I think it has a lot to do with being a retriever. I used to as "Where's your girl?" and Happy would go find my daughter.

I miss her. A lot. She's the only dog I've had that I miss like I do her.