Owner’s Perspective

As a well-meaning pet owner, your day isn’t complete until you’ve spent quality time with your furry friend, right? At least, that’s what I told myself. That’s what I told Rocky. Heck, that’s what I told the disappointed mailman who saw fewer slobbery kisses since I picked up this new hobby: frisbee golf. I thought I was killing two birds with one stone, enjoying my new sport and getting Rocky some exercise.

Believe me; I had only good intentions (it was a ‘fetch meets frisbee golf’ dream after all). I thought I was brilliant. I saw the way Rocky’s eyes lit up when I took out my new set of brightly colored discs. I thought I had stumbled upon the ultimate sport for both of us. Boy, was I wrong.

Rocky is the best fetch player I’ve ever seen. He never misses a ball, stick, or even the occasional pillow from the couch (don’t ask). But my new frisbee golf discs? Not a chance. He would watch them spin through the air, land with a purposed thud, and then he’d look at me. His expressive brown eyes saying, “You really thought I was going to fetch that?”

Now, don’t get me wrong. Rocky’s a good sport. He didn’t walk away or bark disdainfully. He just looked at me, then at the frisbee, then back at me again, his tail wagging less enthusiastically each time.

Rocky Writes a Recap

I thought IT was the ULTIMATE game for dogs. Fetch. You know it, I know it, every dog knows it. BALL or STICK or, on a good day, SQUEAKY TOY. The ultimate dog challenge since the dawn of time (or at least since I was a pup). But then, the UNTHINKABLE happened. My dear human decided to switch things up.

FRISBEE GOLF? More like FRISBEE TORTURE. All I wanted was to fetch something, ANYTHING, like a good dog! Instead, I got these flat, round discs. HOW DO YOU PICK THOSE UP? HAS MY HUMAN EVER TRIED FETCHING ONE? I don’t think so!

I don’t even know where to grip it, seriously. And let’s not forget when one hit a TREE and FELL on me. THE DISRESPECT.

Oh, how I pined for my ball. My lovely, simple, chewable ball. And in that absence, my tail wagged less and less. Each pathetic drop of the disc was a drop of hope drained from my heart.

How Peace Was Restored

Seeing a frisbee golf disc land flat on the ground with no dog rushing after it? That’s when the guilt really set in. I could feel Rocky’s disappointment boring into my back. I grabbed my keys. I knew what I had to do.

I drove to The Hungry Puppy and picked up a brand new bag of Rocky’s favorite ball, the Chuckit! Ultra Ball. It’s the perfect size for fetching, durable, and really bounces. The moment I pulled it out of the shopping bag and Rocky’s eyes lit up, I knew I made the right choice.

I threw the ball and Rocky raced after it with gusto. His entire demeanor changed as he fetched the ball and proudly delivered it back to me. There was joy in his stride and his tail waved like a victory flag.

Crisis averted. Fetch restored. Dog no longer hates me (and those frisbee golf discs are conveniently lost in the garage).

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