I Dare Not Hope

I may have mentioned that when we adopted Gibbs, my friend Karen (who has three dogs in the five to ten pound range) gave us about a million toys that her dogs weren’t using.  Today, she gave me some more.  In the pile was a brightly colored star-shaped frisbee for dogs.

First, he waited nicely for it:
Then I threw it, and he chased it (ignore my dried out lawn):
Ran it back.  It’s bigger than his head!
Then he wrestled it down:
(He also took it to the bushes to show his imaginary friend, so it is now filthy, but nevermind.)
Ten minutes of this and he was totally worn out.
I have never had a real frisbee dog.   Shadow found no joy in running and Dallas didn’t have the focus.   I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but seriously.  This dog is fast.
In other Gibbs news, he had a Mexican standoff with Spooky the Cat and totally got his ass kicked.  I didn’t actually laugh, but I absolutely let it happen.  I am happy to say that he took it like a Big Boy – no whining or crying during or after.  I hope he has learned his lesson, but am not holding my breath.

One Comment on “I Dare Not Hope

  1. Spooky is probably thinking, "when will this barking baby learn some manners?" I can't imagine my cats around a dog, total culture shock for them.

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