Despite the title, I usually get along with my dog quite well, but there is one thing that always seems to set us at odds. This event occurs when I am trying to be a good and kind dog owner and recognize that my furry pal should have some exercise, and probably needs it more than I do since he has twice as many legs. So, like the kind friend to my dog that I try to be, I take him to the park. I look around to make sure that we are pretty lonely. I take him off his leash. That is when the battle starts.
I throw him a ball, and like the excited dog that he is, he runs to get it! The problem is, he does not always stop and come back. Occasionally he just keeps on running (trying to achieve his dream of being a bloodhound, I am sure). I whistle, I yell, I beg, I nearly cry and still I am faced with his tail getting smaller in the distance. What now? I have tried using my voice. (I know he can hear me, I test his hearing at home with whispers...) So what else is there but to go after him? I have discovered that when I chase him something in his doggy brain says, "Look at this! A new game! We are going this way and she is running too! She's calling my name? What fun!" Today I tried something new, today I thought, "Maybe if I throw the ball and start running the other way..." Nope.
Girl tries to do right by dog. Dog innocently starts war. Dog wins. Dog is completely oblivious to the whole battle. Girl comforts herself with the fact that the dog must love her a bit, because he at least always comes home with her...even if he doesn't always come when he is called. The end.
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