Pip has never actually been the sort of dog to play. The toys she got for Christmas are now ignored, and she doesn’t make any effort to play more. So yesterday I decided to teach Pip how to play. How hard could it be?
What’s a ball?
Oh. Right. Maybe it would be quite hard then. I kicked the ball up and down the garden a few times. As soon as I kicked it, Pip’s ears would prick up and she would chase it, until it stopped moving and she lost interest. But suddenly, something inside Little Pip’s head clicked.
Only pausing occasionally to find out what I was up to.
She’s mad. She even tried the trick that Sheila did in the last post.
The ball eventually made it’s way into a corner, where Pip could not remove it, no matter how hard she tried.
Even lunging at it didn’t work.
And pulling funny faces didn’t work either.
What is a dog to do?
Mum! Come help me with my corner!
I helped by throwing a frisbee.
So there you have it, I taught Pip how to play. I’m quite pleased with myself actually.
I like play now. Let’s go do more play.
*Sigh* I’ve created a monster. A non-stop playing monster!