Walking the dog

Lily is over two years old now, and gradually growing more biddable. She’s a darling really, and has been from the start. She’s very keen on humans, and still jumps up on strangers, though she is more restrained now with people she knows.

Last Christmas Heath gave me a present of a chuck-it, and I have used it almost every day since. It must be one of the greatest inventions ever made. At first I had to take two tennis balls to the park with Lily, as she wouldn’t let go of one until another was ready to fling. Timing was crucial here, as she was perfectly capable of running after the second ball with the first one still in her mouth; eventually she got the notion of dropping a ball for me to pick up and chuck, so now I only need to bring one. Still, she often throws it up in the air and catches it again before nosing it over to me—and even then she is liable to grab it back out of the chuck-it before I can loft it away over the grass towards the trees.

I have to keep an eye out for other dogs. She will abort the game on sight of company, and go haring off to the other side of the park. If the other dog is big, all is generally well, but she still tends to yap and snap at smaller dogs. No damage intended, beyond a few pinchy tickles perhaps, but owners can understandably take offence.

She has her own norms; she never bothers barking back at a dog that barks at her through a door or gate, and even the big dog/small dog rule has exceptions. For a month or two a builder in Herbert Park kept two dogs in his car with the door open, and though they were both small, and came out to meet Lily on the street, relations were cordial from the start. No doubt the proper form of address was used.

5 Responses to “Walking the dog”

  1. samwell Says:

    does she stand menacingly over little dogs as they cower on the floor like danu used to do? i think tosca used to have a go at anything until danu came along and then danu used to do most of the dirty work while tosca would act superior. there were always exceptions. i guess it came down to whether or not they liked eachother’s faces. or bums!

  2. recumbentman Says:

    Amazingly, I’d forgotten they did that at all. Lily’s not the worst, and she gets more civilized by the day.

  3. azahar Says:

    My cat Sunny used to fetch olives, until he got too old and lazy and would just eat them instead of bringing them back.

    Lily sounds like a very well-behaved young lady.

  4. recumbentman Says:

    Fetch olives from a tree or a shop? I have a picture of a Beatrix Potter cat carrying home a neatly-wrapped parcel of olives, holding it by the string . . .

  5. Recumbentman Says:

    Well Lily’s over ten years old now, and her days of chasing tennis balls are over. A few years ago she bust the cruciate ligament in her left back leg and had the stifle-redesign operation with a plate of titanium inserted. This year she had the other back leg done, same operation. She’s recovering from that now.

    Why do they call a dog’s knee a stifle? Another mystery.

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