There’s a new dog on our street, and we're hoping he’ll be the “new Megan”.
You may remember Megan from my blog “Megan, Forever We Will Miss You.” She was the elderly dog who amused us for over four years with her “I’m pretty tired but I’ve got enough energy for ONE TRICK!” on our walks through Keene.
This new guy is much, much younger. He’s a mix of some sort, maybe some pit bull or rotweiller—he’s got that giant head thing going, and a dark brindle short hair coat. Or maybe a little chocolate Lab—it’s hard to tell.
He’s eager to play and ready to go.
Only two problems.
One, he’s in a fenced-in yard.
Two, he seems unclear on the concept of “fetch”. Or at least the “bring it back to me so I can throw it to you again” part.
When we walk by, he dashes over in total excitement. “Play with me, play with me!” his whole body seems to beg. We look for suitable sticks and toss them over the fence for him.
He chases them vigorously. And then sits down to chew them.
Today as I walked by, there seems to be some improvement. He actually brought the stick back!
But then he couldn’t figure out how to get it back to me to throw again. He stood on his side of the fence, wagging his tail hopefully, with the stick at his feet. And I stood on the street side, encouraging him with vague requests to “poke the stick through the fence....”
Jon is hopeful, however. At least the little guy is beginning to catch on.
I think Megan would be pleased.
