The Owner’s Side

I’m not a cruel person. I’m not heartless. I’m just a law-abiding citizen. About a week ago, I took away Max’s favorite frisbee, one that he had passionately chewed up to the point where it resembled more of a gnawed-on teething ring than a field-worthy flying disk.

You see, twirls and toss of this maimed disk turned into a safety risk, launching off in spontaneous, unpredictable directions. An unforeseen frisbee hit could send my neighbor’s fine china off its display shelf, or worse, hit any innocent bystander. Also, it was practically a pancake now — pancake frisbees don’t fly (I guess neither do actual pancakes so the analogy fits).

Max, however, didn’t see it this way. His superhero ears perked down in disbelief as I took his frisbee into “permanent retirement.” With a mix of desperation and accusation, his brown eyes bore into mine as if I’d turned off the sun. He then sulked off to his bed, ignoring his treat-packed Kong toy and his squeaky fluffy squirrel. It was a silent protest like you wouldn’t believe.

Max’s Melodrama

I’m a SIMPLE guy. I ASK for very little. A few meals, a few belly rubs and MY FRISBEE. That’s it. The frisbee was IRREPLACEABLE. It had CHARACTER, a SOUL. A soul now LOCKED away, FOREVER.

Yesterday was just another day in frisbee paradise. Dad threw. I fetched. We were at perfect symmetry. Rhythm and harmony, poetry in motion… and then DISASTER STRUCK. Dad picked up my pride and joy, my slobbery sweet frisbee, and nonchalantly WALKED AWAY WITH IT!

He PUT IT AWAY. Never to be seen again. Never to be chewed again. Remember the kid who lost his balloon in the park? That was ME – utter DEVASTATION. I haven’t even TOUCHED my stuffed squirrel since. In protest, I OBJECT to any game, any treat, any offer. Except for meal times. A dog has to eat after all!

Peace Brokered By The Hungry Puppy

The Happy Ending

Max’s silent treatment was truly breaking my heart but I knew there had to be a way to make things right. The look of melancholy being coupled with occasional reproachful whines finally defeated me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to redeem myself.

I called The Hungry Puppy store and requested their finest dog-safe frisbee. Their helpful staff suggested the Kong Flyer Frisbee, a flexible, durable rubber disk that was perfect for fetch games and resilient against dog teeth.

When I showed Max his brand-new Kong Flyer Frisbee, his tail started wagging like wild. I barely managed to remove the tag before he grabbed it with a playful, victorious leap. He ran laps around the yard with his new frisbee dangling from his mouth, his mood visibly lifted. It was like watching the sun rise after a gloomy, month-long cloud cover.

Crisis averted. Frisbee 2.0 was a hit. Dog no longer hates me (unto the next squeaky toy crisis).

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• 💚 Lots of love — We get it. We’re dog people too