Every morning Paddy and I go for a walk and every morning, when we get back, I break up two little chew sticks and put them in a special ball that he has with a hole in it. The idea is that he has to chase it round to get the treats to fall out so that he can eat them.
So far, so good. But every morning, I make sterling efforts to persuade Paddy to go and fetch said ball so that I can put the treats in it and every morning, he looks at me blankly, even when I point to the ball, put it under his nose, roll it past him or do cartwheels round the room with the ball between my teeth. (OK I lied about the last one, but even if I did it, it wouldn't make a blind bit of difference.) Da dawg is not for fetching - balls, quoits, toys - you name it, he won't fetch it, which, considering he would chase and fell a cat at 20 paces, given the chance, is surprising.
Which, as you can see, worked a treat!
10 comments:
Lucy is exactly the same, just looks at you as if to say, you threw it - you fetch it!
That's terriers for you, Paul. :)
Tia has a cat ball with treats it took her ages to work out what to do.
Love paddy's hat
Great for his image, I think, WendyCarole. ;)
JENNY - Just as there are educationally subnormal human beings so we should not be surprised to discover a wide intellectual spectrum in the canine world. You have just got to accept that Paddy is "special needs".
I think you've hit the nail on the head, YP. :)
I'm sure that I heard Paddy sigh from here, and I love the photos! Flighty xx
Yes, he does a very good sigh, Flighty! He doesn't need to talk. ;)
Paddy looks like an auld Glaswegian man in that bunnet! Very cute indeed.
He does indeed, MOB! :)
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