Yep, it’s grit we’re talking about. It’s a necessary evil given all the ice and snow we’ve had recently, but our spoilt little Beanie does not like it at all. Our first major run-in occurred earlier in the week on our way to the puppy field. I noticed Beanie lifting her paw and trying to chew it, so I picked her up for an examination. I couldn’t find anything wrong so I just rubbed her paw and put her back down on the ground. That did the trick and she was back to trotting along happily, but it set a precedent. We went through the same patch of grit again after the walk and got a repeat performance, this time with a different paw. Without thinking I again picked her up and rubbed her paw. The pattern was set.
Now whenever she gets grit between her toes she stops dead, lifts the affected paw, puts on her most pathetic look and patiently waits for her roadside service. On this morning’s walk she had to negotiate a big patch of the stuff, and looked like she was doing a weird Beagle version of the game Twister as she tried to keep her paws from touching any of it. Susan picked her up and carried her over it, so maybe the service routine now includes carrying as well as paw rubbing. To be fair, Beanie’s not the only dog that has a dislike for grit, but her reaction to it does nothing for her street cred. At least Biggles isn’t copying her on this one – he’s still happy to trudge over anything.
Fortunately all this is forgotten when we actually get to the field. The highlight of this morning’s walk for Beanie was the discovery of an exciting new toy – a ball on a rope:
This particular toy belongs to her friend Penny, but as often happens Beanie managed to.. er.. “borrow” it for a while.
Penny has it, but not for long…
Penny got her toy back in due course, forcing Beanie to slum it with her own, treat-filled tennis ball.
So what’s better – a big stick or a tennis ball with treats in it?
Speaking of tennis balls, I’ve given up buying them from regular shops. The over-priced dog tooth-friendly ones from pet shops last hardly any time at all, and the cheap tennis balls in supermarkets don’t fare much better. As an experiment I bought a bunch of used higher-quality tennis balls on eBay. These are lasting much, much longer – they hold their shape even after several play sessions, don’t cost much and seem to have a lower profile, less abrasive finish on them. So we’ve got Beanie’s ball requirements sorted, but Biggles still insists on Air Kong squeaky balls – even though he can now de-squeak them in less than two minutes (he seems to roll them round in his mouth until he locates the squeaker, and then his fangs finish the job). Still, he loves them just as much whether they squeak or not. Unfortunately his older pal Chewy seems to like them too…
Someone help! He’s got my ball!
Give it back or you’ll get a serious woofing!
Dad! He’s still got it!
Biggles did get his ball back. In fact Chewy dropped it on command more than once to let Biggles retrieve it. The problem is our excitable little boy isn’t too good at remembering to hold on to it when there are lots of fun distractions around him. Like this little fella for example:
This is Obi (dunno about the spelling, but I’m assuming a Star Wars link). He’s three years old but still runs around like a crazy pup, and he and Biggles had an absolutely brilliant time together.
As is often the case nowadays, Biggles got to lead most of the chases. I think he’s getting a taste for being out in front!
