When I first met Thor (pictured) at around nine weeks, he had a blast playing with my shoelaces. Last night, he untied my shoe. This bodes well, I think, for teaching him to be an assistance dog.
This afternoon Thor and Glitterbug gave me a big laugh. We went outside, and Thor went over to the ball bin to get a ball. After a bit of running around, both dogs stopped. Thor dropped the ball. Glitter just stood there and barked. Thor pushed the ball with his nose. Glitter barked. Thor picked the ball up again. Glitter kept barking. Thor dropped the ball and batted it around with his front feet. Glitter never made a move for the ball, acting completely oblivious to it. All she wanted to do was bark at Thor.
For about ten minutes Thor kept teasing and trying to get Glitter interested in the ball. Finally, Glitter lost all interest and turned to walk away. Leaving his ball, Thor followed Glitter toward the house, not wanting to take a chance of being left outside. Suddenly, Glitter whipped around, running back to grab the ball! Then she raced around the yard, ball in her mouth, with Thor in hot pursuit. I laughed and laughed. Wished I'd had my camera out for THAT!
"Give Me That Ball!"