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Capturing some common play with Hope at home. This is her noisiest squeaker toy. We need a bigger house for playing fetch...
A greyhound on his way to return the ball he just fetched. This photo was taken on a nice beach near Tofino.
A daschund pup fetches a tennis ball. Sometimes he would only carry the ball part of the way back before dropping it.
Sadie bringing back the tennis ball we threw for her. This was also taken on Sadie's Picture Day not long after I got my Nikon Coolpix L22.
As hard as we tried, Deni never seemed to grasp the concept of "fetch." He would run and retrieve a thrown object, but would keep it for himself rather than give it to a silly human. Here he bites a stick into small pieces.
Midsummer's party at Bar Eden with a bit unexpected theme: the revise of an old classic of northern Italy: the Spritz. With some recipes a bit fetched as that the cucumber Spritz ... ;-D
Aperitivo di mezza estate al bar Eden con un tema un po' inatteso: la rivisitazione di un vecchio classico del nord Italia: lo #Spritz. Con alcune ricette un po' azzardate come quella al sapore di #cetriolo... ;-D
I could see the dog and his owner playing fetch on the beach. I couldn't see screen on camera clearly so just pointed in general area where dog was and hoped for the best. took 2 shots and one was this.
If I'd sat there all day waiting to get a shot like this I'd still be there now.
Moss is really giving Wikket a work-out. She's 9 and he's 9 months. Wikket is the dog on the left. The handsome blue-clad lawyer is my husband, a man who must truly love either his dogs (or me) to be out in torrential rain with them.
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My tom cat Winnie loves to play fetch with these fuzzy balls. I throw them and he brings them back. I woke up this morning with him dropping this ball on my head with hopes that I would get up and feed him. Even as I type he's trying to have me play. Normally he's too fast for me to catch him with a ball in his mouth.
This well-behaved but bored pooch belonged to the chap in the bike shop-cum-cafe. After a bit of wandering he brought the ball out, dropped it to the floor and then wondered why it didn't fly off in the distance to be retrieved as was the norm when the owner was around!