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My entry for the August 2020 design challenge (Summertime). To me, summertime is about fun and relaxation--and what better way than to play with a pet?
This model is designed and folded by me from one uncut square of foil paper.
Whether I’ll ever make a final version remains to be seen.
Woody, already swimming in anticipation for the stick to be thrown. The splash of the stick can be seen as it hits the water. Taken at Craighall Dam, Neilston, East Renfrewshire, Scotland
ok, he can't fech but he's so cute playing with the ball, even with balls bigger than him! yesterday Lassie complained and acted like biting him to steal him the ball!
As you *may* have noticed, Flynn loves toys & playing fetch... although our games are often rather slow. Flynn has the habit of taking quite a while to actually drop & leave the ball for me to throw again, once he's got it! You can see how conflicted he is: he really wants to me to throw it for him to chase but also, he wants to keep a hold of it. I can end up waiting around for a couple of minutes while Flynn repeatedly drops the ball, scoots away from it but then changes his mind at the last moment & races in to pounce on it once more.
Flynn can also be very particular about *where* the ball should be left for me to pick up & often changes its position several times, so it's in exactly the right place, before allowing me to get it. I haven't a clue how he makes the decision about precisely which spot is best (each clump of grass looks the same to me) but the place he chooses does regularly seem to be at quite a distance from me. Flynn either thinks I have magic, extendible arms or, he's perhaps hinting that I need to walk about more! Anyway, the last few months, I've been teaching him the words "closer" & "drop". I think Flynn is starting to work out that the *best* way to play a game of fetch is the traditional way: actually bringing the toy right back to my feet & giving it up quickly, so we can do it all again!
Walking Pebbles the other day at a massive park, a big clump of bushes started wiggling. Next minute out comes this guy with his stick. I cracked right up. He carried it around for about half an hour. He put it down, cleaned some bark off it, even broke a small twig off it that was sticking out. He had so much fun, apparently it is the norm for him, and I had the biggest laugh just watching his energy.
Our yard is small, but the alley between us & our neighbour is quite long. It's a good run to use for a game of fetch.
While at the river i met some people with some greyhounds and managed these pictures while one of them was playing fetch in the water.
Sochi, my siberian Husky playing fetch in the back garden. He's mostly indifferent about sticks, but today he wanted to have some fun...
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.