One of my favorite things to do is catch Frisbees – that is, favorite thing after eating of course. My person has a Frisbee stashed by the back door and I don’t let her forget it. I don’t go out without that Frisbee. I catch that Frisbee and carry it around with me before I even think about doing my business.
Sometimes when I’m carrying my Frisbee around the yard I drop it so I can concentrate. The next time we go outside I tell my person to bring it and she shrugs her shoulders. Then she points it out to me in the yard and makes me go fetch it. Fetch, mind you. I like to catch, but this fetch thing. Not nearly as fun. I really wish my person would fetch it for me, but for some reason she doesn’t seem to understand that she can’t toss it for me unless it’s fetched.