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Doc, an improvised explosive device detection dog (IDD) with 2nd Combat Engineer Battalion, retrieves a bumper during a training session at Camp Leatherneck, Afghanistan, March 19, 2013. IDD dog handlers, often volunteers from their home units, are matched with a dog and work together to perform route clearance and other duties in a combat environment.
(U.S. Marine Corps Photo by Sgt. Tammy K. Hineline)
He goes nuts over milk-rings. Chases them all over the house, bring them back, then waits for you to throw them again.
He was carrying that piece of wood so ferociously that I was really scared by the time I snapped this photo…
Stinky sure hopes so. Stinky has fetched a magnifying glass to help him in his search.
Toy Sunday-Theme: Bear
Large Black Bear: Made in Japan. winds up with key. Gift to Jerry from a classmate in 1950. Smokey Mountains souvenir
Two Cracker Jack Bears from the early 50's.
Stinky, buck, little guy are all gifts from the awesome Hannele. I love them!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!
Flynn bringing his ball back to me, in one of our favourite fields for playing fetch.... I was happy because it's finally warm & more importantly, dry enough, to comfortably sit down on the grass. Flynn's 14yr old "big brother" Barney was with us on the day I took this. His legs get tired easily these days, so Barney & I had a nice rest on the soft grass, soaking up the early spring sunshine, while Flynn ran & ran, fetching his beloved (now squeakless!) squeaky yellow ball.
I still find it funny having a dog who doesn't deliberately destroy toys & who (mostly) plays fetch properly! When he was younger, Barney would very enthusiastically chase & catch a ball, start to bring it back, but then often get bored, drop it in long grass & run off - leaving me to search out the abandoned toy alone! He thought this game was wonderfully fun! He'd do a "formal retrieve" but playing fetch just didn't come naturally to Barney. We lost SO many balls over the years & I spent hours wandering in circles, staring at the grass, futilely looking for the latest missing toy. If Barney *didn't* drop the ball, he was quite prone to just racing off with it & gleefully ripping it to pieces! I'd buy extra tough toys & he'd shred them in minutes. He thought that was wonderfully fun too ;-)
Flynn will bring the ball back - not right to my hand but he likes to place it very carefully, a couple of meters in front of me, so I can easily see it. If I can't spot his ball, Flynn will eagerly return & point it out - he doesn't like leaving a toy behind! When I'm sitting, he generally returns the ball close enough that I can (with a bit of a stretch!) reach it, without getting up. He also very rarely deliberately destroys toys - he's still got some that came from his previous home, when I adopted him, 6yrs ago! Flynn's current yellow ball isn't that old but was only £1 & although it has lost its squeak, he's been playing with it daily for months & it's still in one piece! Funny how different dogs are, even in the same breed.
Since this is my first Explore, I feel like I owe this dog a little background story.
My extended family and I are extremely close. About once a month, all of the cousins get together at my Grandma's house in the mountains for dinner. My grandma loves to have us over. She used to live there with her Black Lab, Libby, but sadly, after being the best companion my grandma could ask for for many years, the dog had to be put to sleep just a few weeks ago.
The last time my family got together, all of us cousins went outside to take photos. I was taking a few shots when I saw a big, black figure out of the corner of my eye. I turned around. My first thought - "Libby!" - but it wasn't her. It was a lost dog, who had wandered into my grandma's yard. Except for the ears, she looked almost exactly like Libby.
The lost dog was friendly and energetic, and each of the kids took turns throwing a stick for her to fetch. This is a candid of her playing fetch with my little cousin Joey.
It was the first time I had visited my grandma's house without Libby there. This lost dog brought back so many memories. There's something mysterious about those mountains that loves to remind you about days gone past, but maybe the visiting stray was just a coincidence.
Then again, maybe it wasn't.
Dolce running down the chuck-it ball.
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