When I’ve been catching Frisbees and I need to catch my breath I start playing a new game. I call it “Drag the Frisbee.” It’s really fun. There’s no grass in my yard – just rocks and dirt. My person said something about the rocks being in order and the yard really pretty until I came to live with them. Not anymore. I walk backwards and drag the Frisbee through the yard with my front feet. It makes nice little paths through the rocks and dirt, but I don’t really pay much attention to that. It’s just so much fun to drag that Frisbee.
I haven’t figured this one out though. Every time I drag my Frisbee and then take it back to my person to toss for me, she makes me go back inside. When we get inside she makes me give the Frisbee to her. I wish she’d let me keep it so I can chew on it for awhile.