Dog-Owner Diary

Look, it wasn’t my fault. The classic flying disc, our trusty red Frisbee — the one that Max loves more than his favorite bacon treats — just disappeared. I turned our house and yard upside-down hunting for it. No joy. I even tried an Olympic-like search in our cluttered garage. (Let’s not talk about what I found, including a last year’s Christmas present).

I could practically hear Max’s sighs bouncing off the walls. That look he gave me, those ‘you might as well have skinned my favorite squeaky toy’ eyes. His world was ending.

I tried to substitute it with the squeaky duck, his second-favorite toy in the galaxy, but the dejection was palpable. It was like wide-eyed, the-world-just-collapsed-on-me dejection (I promise, I’m not one of those overly dramatic pet parents). He walked away with his tail between his legs, settled on his favorite rug, and sighed. No fetch that evening. Just frisbee-less gloom.

Max’s Mournful Monologue

Listen. THAT FRISBEE! It was MY FRISBEE. Closer to my heart than the bacon treats. I woke up that morning READY to play. My tail was WAGGING. I was PLANNING my best strategy to catch that Frisbee mid-air. This was not an ordinary day. It was supposed to be the PERFECT Frisbee day.

Then, DISASTER. The Frisbee, my heart’s delight, MISSING. Just like that. Nowhere to be found. And what did Mr. Owner do? Offered me the squeaky duck! SQEAKY DUCK? Unacceptable. Unthinkable. Insulting! Is a squeaky duck a Frisbee? Can it fly swirling through the air? The audacity!

I walked away, devastated, dignity hitting rock-bottom. Plonked down on my rug and sighed. Deeply and more deeply. Let the humans understand my MISERY.

A Frisbee Fairytale: Love Restored

Feeling like a proper villain in a doggy drama, I put on my detective hat. I remembered that dashing red flying disc I’d seen at The Hungry Puppy during our last visit. It was a KONG Flyer, soft yet durable. Max’s jaw would surely appreciate its gentleness after our old, hard-as-rock Frisbee.

A quick drive, and there it was, waiting at The Hungry Puppy — bright, robust, begging for a sunny backyard chase sequence. After a speedy payment, I got home triumphantly holding the new Frisbee. But the real question was, would Max approve?

The second I walked in, Max’s ears perked up. He saw the red disc in my hand, the same runway red as the old one, and it was like a spark ignited in his eyes. His tail started its signature helicopter spin.

He rushed to me, took a victory lap around me, then sat down, all business and waiting for the throw. I tossed it outside, and like a bolt of lightning, Max shot after it, catching it mid-air with a triumphant yelp.

He trotted back, the new Frisbee triumphantly in his mouth, and leaned against my legs. Crisis averted, new Frisbee snatched from the Hunts of Oblivion. Dog no longer hates me (until the next Frisbee crisis).

Visit The Hungry Puppy today for the perfect toy for your active pup — because nothing replaces that special toy. Browse our fantastic selection online, or come in and find the perfect plaything. Always remember, Frisbees don’t replace themselves!

• 🦴 Robust KONG Flyers for chewers and chasers
• 🐕 On-site Dog Park — where a new Frisbee can be tested in peace
• 🏪 In-store shopping — Bring your pup for the full experience
• 💚 Lots of love — We get it. We’re dog people too.