Lucky me!

Most days are good, but some days are even better. I was on the beach, fetching ball. However, after a while we came to a part of the beach with loads of nice smelly things. Of course I had to discover what it was – it turned out to be a few crabs, already eaten alas, and one dead fish. Anyway I lost focus on the ball and another dog took it.

Little fish!

I didn’t mind, really, because at that moment I found the fish more alluring. But humans tend to attach to stuff, including balls. I witnessed some angry argument between two humans earlier, because the dog of one of them had stolen the ball of the other dog. Not M, mind you, she won’t get angry over something trivial like that. She has no need: we possess loads of balls, because I find a lot of them for her.

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The human of the dog who stole my ball, however, did not know this. Apparently his dog steals balls often, because this human immediately came up with a clever solution: he offered another ball to M. M accepted graciously. After a while, when I had lost my interest in the fish, she threw it for me. When I caught it, I had a most wonderful surprise. It was a squeaky ball! My favorite! What a great trade-in. Lucky me!

The art of fetching ball

Most dogs love to fetch balls. I have been thinking about this – I like it too, I like it a lot, but why? Sometimes I muse about things like this, when I am snoozing in my favorite chair.

When we dogs fetch balls, we experience a lot of different emotions and feelings. First there is anticipation. The human takes the ball into its hand and we focus on that: we see the ball, we know what is coming, we feel our muscles straining, ready for action. It is the sheer joy of knowing a human will throw a ball for us.

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Then the moment is there: the ball leaves the hand of the human and flies through the air. This is when we start running, but not at full speed immediately. At least, that is how I do it. I run and look at the ball at the same time. I make sure I follow the orbit of the ball, adjusting my speed to the speed of the ball. While running, I calculate where it will come down. I enjoy the wind on my coat and in my ears, I feel the ground under my feet, I spread my toes for optimal balance and power. I experience all these sensations at the same time, which makes it thrilling.

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When I have figured out where the ball will land, I accelerate. I love to use all the strong muscles in my body. I race towards the spot where the ball comes down, because I want to catch it before it hits the ground. I am most peculiar about this: the best way to do ball-fetching is catching it in the air. I want to do the same with pigeons, but so far they are flying too high – pity.
I stretch my long legs and jump.

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Then, when I have catched the ball, another part of the play begins. My muscles relax a little, because full speed is not required anymore. I feel the gritty texture of the ball in my mouth – mostly we play this game on the beach, so there is always some sand involved. I turn around and face my human and I start running back to her, fast but not too fast. This is the moment when I enjoy the feeling of fulfillment: I have got the ball, I catched it flying, it is totally mine. Sometimes I savour this moment a bit longer, by digging a hole and burying the ball in it.

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Then I take it out and bring it back to my human. And we start all over again (that is why I bring it back)!
All this: the anticipation, the speed, the part where we need to calculate which way the ball is going, the joy of catching it… all this is why we love to fetch balls.

Assisting the police

I had a great adventure: I helped the police! This is what happened. M and I were walking in the dunes and we saw something suspicious. M informed the police and they asked us to come help them search. Of course they know I am a very good searcher, my nose is excellent. That is why they asked us – M had to come too because she is my human.

They picked us up in a police car and we drove to the beach and then we drove on the beach: I was driven on my favorite beach in a police car! Cool. This was it:

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We got out and started searching. One police officer looked in the dunes, the other one on the beach, but I could tell them they were looking in the wrong place – they had to be near the fence:

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I showed them where they had to look and they started digging and…. found a set of burglars tools!

It was so cool that I thought about enlisting in their service, so they can benefit from my excellent searching capacities more often. I am sure they are very happy to employ me. But then I heard that being a police-search-dog is a lot of work and it comes with loads of obligations. Apparently one can not say: sorry I won’t search for you today because the sun is shining on my favorite snooze-chair. So after some good thinking I have decided not to enlist. They will be very disappointed but hey, that’s life.

I will tell all my friends of my adventure. They will be so proud of me!

Adoption anniversary

M just told me that today is my adoption-birthday: exactly three years ago M and P took me to my new home! As a dog numbers don’t interest me very much, but three years in my new home sounds like something worth celebrating. So we will! We already are, I assure you, because the sun is shining on my favorite chair and I am dozing happily. Sunshine always is a nice gift. Later on we will go to the beach and after that I will get a nice snack, M tells me. Great! I feel like it is my birthday.

When M and P took me to my new home, three years ago, I did not know what to expect. I admit I was a bit scared – going with a couple of total strangers. I was very young at that time, only 5 months old, and although I did have some experience in life (growing up in a Greek shelter, traveling to Holland when I was 4 months old and living with a foster family) this trip to my new home was kind of frightening. As you can see by the look on my face:

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However everything turned out to be fine, as you all know. I grew up to be a strong and happy dog, the fastest on the beach. I even got my own blog! Life has been good to me.

 

 

Outrageous

Sorry you haven’t heard from me for a while. I have been very busy because something terrible happened: there is a mouse living in our kitchen! I find this outrageous. What is he thinking? It is my house and I did not invite him to come living with us!

The trouble is, and I am a bit ashamed to admit this, that despite my efforts I have not yet solved this problem. The mouse is very clever and super fast. I tried to catch it when he ran through our kitchen, but he is so tiny and fast that I missed him. I tried to impress him by growling, but he did not leave. He has a most annoying lurking-place, behind the fridge. This is where he hangs out:

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You can not see him, but I smell him all right. Men, he stinks! The stench is terrible, an offense to my sensitive nose.

So far he is there alone, I do hope he will not invite all his relatives. On the other hand: if there are more of them, changes become bigger that I will catch one of them. That will scare them so much that they will all leave, no doubt.

Anyway: I have work to do. I have to train my velocity. And ask some advice from my friend Juna, who is a mouse catcher. Maybe I can even ask Habiba, the cat next door. She is a cat and therefore not to be trusted, but she is kind of cool, for a cat. Cats know how to catch mice, at least that is what they brag about all the time. Maybe she will give me some sound advice what to do.