March 28, 2015

"Many a slip twixt the paw and the lip."

Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 28, 2015 9:22 AM
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It took my wife--Lucretia Borgia-de Boyle--about 16 trials before she could get the weiner in HER mouth.

Posted by: Lance de Boyle at March 28, 2015 12:39 PM

Yes but you probably don't have any entertaining videos of it, now do you.

Posted by: Jewel at March 28, 2015 7:28 PM

I've seen this level of skill before:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ljt2LXFJFi0&spfreload=10

Posted by: Grizzly at March 28, 2015 7:39 PM

Hound Dawg Song
ev'ry time I come to town
the boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
they gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

me an' lem briggs an' old bill brown
took a load of corn to town;
my old jim dawg, onery old cuss,
he just naturally follered us.

as we driv past johnson's store
a passel of yaps come out the door;
jim he scooted behind a box
with all them fellers a-throwin' rocks.

they tied a can to old jim's tail
an' run him a-past the county jail;
that just naturally made us sore,
lem, he cussed an' bill he swore.

me an' lem briggs an' old bill brown
lost no time a-gittin' down;
we wiped them fellers on the ground
for kickin' my old jim dawg around.

jim seen his duty there an' then,
he lit into them gentlemen;
he shore mussed up the court-house square
with rags an' meat an' hide an' hair.

every time I come to town
the boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
makes no difference if he is a houn',
they gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Posted by: chasmatic at March 29, 2015 10:12 PM

I've been teaching this to Shannon for the past month or so and she's about 80% accurate at this point. The trick is to start small, and be consistent with the throws. If you start a new dog out with various sizes of targets and heights they can't get a bearing as quickly. Nothing breeds enthusiasm like success. By summer we'll move up to the frisbee.

Posted by: ghostsniper at March 30, 2015 1:44 PM

My wife, Lucretia Borgia-de Boyle, got pretty good at catching frisbees in just a few trials.

You shoulda seen her leapin' an' snapin' an' waggin' her tongue---which is pretty much her idea of foreplay, anyways.

Posted by: Lance de Boyle at March 30, 2015 4:48 PM