All the balls I lost in snow banks have been found. I thought one of my favorite blue balls was lost forever after Far Side threw it wildly in the dark one night and it landed in a snow bank. I searched and she searched…yesterday Far Guy found it…he is my hero.
IF you are a Border Collie waiting is part of the ball game.
Then you have to anticipate where the ball will land…hopefully it lands in your mouth and doesn’t bounce off your nose. One time Far Side threw the ball with the flinger and it hit a tree and came back and hit her in the forehead…boy was she surprised. I think she said “Oh BAD WORD.”
Someone said I should go on a diet.
Diet smiet…I am 10 1/2 years old. I am too old to diet. I had a tough week, I am a little stiff and sore, Far Side says I have some arthritis. We have been playing ball…BUT when Far Side says to quit I do. She gave Far Guy and me a lecture, “If any kids come to play ball that dog (ME) has to stop every once in awhile OR go on a leash.”
Sometimes I wait around with the ball in my mouth until she figures I have rested enough. Too much spring is Far Sides diagnosis...Spring Fever. She says “Chance calm down tomorrow is another day to play ball.”