It just struck me. What if my pup keeps bringing me the ball because he thinks I want to throw it rather than because he enjoys chasing it? All the thousands of years of stick and ball throwing and it’s all been one massive misunderstanding between our two species.
Um, if you’d ever met my brother’s Golden, Bailey… [True story: when my brother got him, the shelter had named him “Andre” (after Agassi), for his tennis ball OBSESSION. Bruce thought the name didn’t really fit, and I agree.]
Bailey will keep bringing you the ball, until you submit to his will that you throw it! ;-p
The best part about having a blog no one ever visits is that you can say virtually anything!
Awwww! That’s adorable!
I was hoping for “profound.” But I suppose “adorable” will do.