{"id":1609,"date":"2010-08-10T09:27:33","date_gmt":"2010-08-10T14:27:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthomas.com\/dogblog\/?p=1609"},"modified":"2010-08-10T09:27:33","modified_gmt":"2010-08-10T14:27:33","slug":"kids-fetch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/journal\/kids-fetch\/","title":{"rendered":"Kids and Fetch"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/a>Summer is busy and it seems the humans are always go, go, going somewhere. I travel with them when it’s a dog-friendly destination. (Why all destinations can’t be dog-friendly is a mystery to me.) But on occasion, they have to leave me home. They are considerate to make sure I’m comfortable or very comfortable (euphemisms for #1 and #2). They also ensure that I get a proper workout.
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\nI don’t usually walk around the neighborhood for exercise. My games are fetch or keep-away in the yard, depending on the toy. Either A-Dog or Shoes-on-the-Floor work me out. But the other day, as A-Dog was packing for another non-doggie trip, she sent the little ones out to play fetch with me.
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\nHa! What was she thinking?
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\nI have seen these boys grow from little tiny lumps of curious smells to bigger, gangly shoots of energy. And although they stand taller than my furry self, I see them as my subordinates. I don’t retrieve a ball for just anyone. You need to be my equal or better. That’s how dogs see this kind of thing and how we make some sense of our world in yours.
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\nSo, as the boys would throw the ball and yell, “Scout, get it, girl!”, I would be staring through the screen door at A-Dog, saying “What the what?” with my eyes.
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\nShe really should know better.
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