Look at this guy, hording all the balls. Each time we played fetch, he would drop the ball off in this spot instead of returning it to us. Pretty soon, he had cornered all the balls at the dog park. Greed. It’s an ugly thing.
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Since the dog backpack worked so well yesterday, we thought we could try using it back home.
Load up the pockets with cans of soda to weigh it down, then play fetch down the hallway.
Mocha loved it! He loves fetch in any form, outdoors or indoors, so of course he loved it. He didn’t quite understand the effect of the added bulk to his body though. Namely, he’d dive under the bed and get stuck because the backpack was too large. Or he’d try to squeeze through a narrow opening and get stopped in his tracks. At one point, he tried to turn a corner and smacked into the wall so hard that a can of soda almost exploded. Damn this boy has a lot of energy.
By the end of the fetch session, he was pretty pooped. Unfortunately, he recovered fairly quickly. That means this might not be an effective part of his daily exercise, but it could augment it well.
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“You throw ball now?” asks Mocha with his eyes. “Now? How about now?” We hit the dog beach again today. Then we struck gold and found a ball lying in the sand. “How about now? Throw ball now?” Mocha just loves it. He can’t get enough of it. And he has the funniest little behavior – he lifts one of his front paws every time he’s ready to run after the ball. “Now? How about now?”
Once he fetches the ball, he drops it in the sand and stares back at me, begging – no, daring – me to get the ball and throw it again. Then it becomes a game of keep-away. That little mischievous rascal.
He loves playing catch so much that he’s a bit oblivious to other dogs around him. And sometimes even the waves crashing into him too. “Waves? What waves? Ima go get the ball!”
Fetch!
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Bark bark bark! Roof! Woof woof woof. Bark bark bark!
Woof woof woof? Bark woof woof! Woof woof woof. Roof. Woof woof woof? Rowr? Bark bark bark!
Translated from Dog:
Wake up Daddy! Wake up! Look, I brought you a ball. Let’s play Daddy, let’s play!
What, are you still tired? It’s already 6:00 AM in the morning! Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep the whole day away. You slacker. Don’t you want to get up and play ball with me? Puleeeeeze? C’mon Daddy, wake up!
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I love this photo. Mocha’s resting on the grass after a fun day of fetch at the dog park.
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Mocha is a playful 1-year old 25 lb mutt we rescued from a local animal shelter. He loves to run, play, and eat. Don't you?
Mike is was the proud owner of this adorable little guy. We miss him terribly every day.
