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

[arisingprophet.livejournal.com]

Aww, sad thing is, this is EXACTLY like my Daedra and Vivec. Vivec carries the ball everywhere, then he'll drop it and get excited, therefore usually forget where it is. So I make him find it, and sometimes, Dae gets it first.

Vivec sees this, and basically body-slams Daedra, making Dae drop the ball and Viv can now get it.

Crazy dogs. x.o