Frisbee Fun

Now that Danny Boy has a new backyard, I thought it would be fun to get a small Frisbee for him to race around with. Now we know that Danny isn't the sharpest dog, but once again his charming personality outshines what he might lack in the smarts department.

In the first days of Frisbee training he would let the thing hit him or would duck. No sense of what to do with the flying blue disk. Eventually he would begin to run after it once it landed, but would proceed to dig up the newly laid sod around it. Not a good move on his part.

After moving practice onto the patio, he would go fetch it once it landed and bring it back to you. That was some real progress. So we thought he would be ready to try the grass again.

Today, when I went to visit and play Frisbee, I see he will chase it on the grass with a mandatory two sharp barks. When the Frisbee lands he runs to it, but instead of picking it up and bringing it to you, he has to stop and chew some of the grass first. Can we say "side-tracked"?

His short attention span makes him all the more adorable! If you remind him to get the Frisbee and bring it to you, he will finish his last few bites, pick up the rubber disk, and trot to you with a wagging tail. Such love! We will not be entering any Frisbee contests in the foreseeable future.