Lady limped for quite a while, but she’s all better now, so I’m writing it up as a late-night scuffle in the barn that got out of hand. She’s leading the Soays again, with Will and Holly still close at her side. Neo was off being chummy with the Shetlands today. He’s a bit less clingy than his two younger siblings.
“Look, Ma! I can climb trees!”
“That’s nice, dear.”
Watcher is still convinced he can teach Echo to play fetch. Today he decided we’d use the ball instead of the frisbee, maybe make it easier to understand.
“First, get the human to throw the ball by bringing it to them and wagging your tail and looking super-hopeful! This is the best part!”
“Then, when she throws it, we chase the ball down and grab it! This is the best part!”
“Ok, but this sure is a lot of work!”
“OK, I’ve got the ball, now what?”
“Now we run back to the human! This is the best part!”
“Nooooo, silly! You’re supposed to bring the ball WITH you to get petted, so she can throw it again! That’s the best part!”
“But… but… she just threw the ball away! Why would I bring it back, when she’s just going to throw it away again?”
“That’s it, I give up. I’m tired. I am never going to understand this game. Way too much running and throwing and chasing. There has to be an easier way to get petted.”
“Don’t worry, I went back and got the ball for you! We can try again! The play must go on!”
“That’s ok, Watcher, I figured out if I just come up and kiss her face she’ll pet me anyway, even without the ball! That saves me a lot of time and energy, not having to do all those other steps!”
Poor Watcher. He tries and tries, but Echo just doesn’t see the point of fetch. I guess dogs are like people, not everybody likes the same games. I’ve had to become an expert at petting Echo with one hand while throwing Watcher’s toy with the other to keep them both entertained. Both dogs resent having my attentions divided, but until they can agree to do the same thing at the same time, they’ll just have to put up with it.