I have never had a pup that I could teach to play Fetch. I have tried over and over using instructions in dog-training guides to no avail. The closest I have come is Toby who likes to catch the balls and line them up in front of himself.
It’s a good thing Mommy enjoys all that lower back pain from picking up hundreds of tennis balls a day. Oh wait, no I don’t. Then I guess it is a good thing I love my puppy.
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Today I am on Day 25 of my eye exercises. I feel like the lady in the Peleton commercial who posts her exercise routine in order to hold herself accountable. So far, I am still liking what I am doing! This past week I have been able to see a few things that I haven’t in a very long time. I was able to read house numbers from more than a yard (house-yard, not 3 feet) away. I could also read a street sign from at least 20′ away. I am not able to hold focus for long, but even that is building. A friend asked if I would like to go to my eye doctor some day and show off that I don’t need glasses anymore. Not really. What I would like to do is go to the DMV and have the restriction removed from my license. Ha! Take that, state government.
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This week I also mailed off a copy of Dream Our World to another museum, hoping that they may be interested in selling it in their gift shop. Toby has promised to keep his paws crossed that the manager likes his work.
How could they not like it? I’m adorable.
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By the way, is anyone else having trouble with WordPress? I am having problems with the photo uploader and viewing previews of my posts. Even viewing others’ posts is hit or miss. It takes all the fun out of coming here to post.
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 
We’ve never been able to teach Hershey to fetch. He’d chase a ball, then stand there all happy and proud of himself, “Here it is! I found it! Come and get it!” We figured, spaniels are flushers, not retrievers. But Winkie loved to play fetch. Go figure.
Good job with the eye exercises!
Geordie and I used to sit across from each other, and I would throw the ball for him. He would angrily huff over, poke me in the hand and then point for me to go get it. If nothing else, Geordie was good for a laugh!
I like improving my vision, but not being able to drive or do much computer work is driving me batty. It inspires me to work even harder, though.
Call a penalty if they don’t fetch.
Those two won’t be drinking their water out of any Stanley Cups.
Max would look at me like, “if you keep throwing it away, go get it yourself” when I threw a ball. Maverick, on the other hand, is a ball fetching machine. I did not teach this, he seems to have been born with it. The only thing I’ve taught is to drop it somewhere close to me.
I am so jealous. I like throwing balls, but picking them up is a pain. Plus Toby thinks it is totally funny to kick the balls across the room as I gather them. Ach, puppy humor….
Tell that to my shoulder! Thank goodness for Deep Blue rub, I think I’m developing tennis elbow or something like that!
Maybe our dogs have been secretly investing in linament stocks.
You ARE adorable! 🙂
Ha! This made me snort-laugh! 😀 Coop is a great goalie and he likes to chase balls…he’s just a bit picky about if he wants to bring them directly back to the throwee! 😉 😀
We’ve had big dogs that were great fetchers and it was fun, but Coop is fun in other ways! 😛
HUGS!!! 🙂
We have to find and appreciate what is unique with each of our pups. So glad Coop likes to play fetch…sort of. Give him a big hug from us!
“Fetch” is not a concept that is accepted by Maltese except when used as a verb in the imperative: “Fetch me my dinner and make it snappy.”
Toby says: “Exactly! I am glad there is finally someone to put the humans straight.”