I’ve been throwing balls to dogs for 50 years. I get smarter with each toss.
Here’s a report on my current four:
Nigel J. Wiggins: I throw the ball way out there (at least 20 yards). Nigel runs, brings it back to me and eagerly waits for the next toss.
Sammy Watt What: I throw the ball to Sammy. He runs and gets it, then sneaks off and buries it in his secret location.
Jack Carter Newsom (the puppy): Jack chases down the ball and waits for the next toss. Jack is the only dog in 50 years who feels comfortable with two balls in his mouth (maybe three on a good day).
Jody Beth Baker: I throw the ball. She looks up at me with those soulful eyes saying, “I’ll walk along with you if you want to fetch the ball.”
So I ask the dog in me, “Which is my style?” It’s a life-revealing question.
How about you?
I’m still here