We back onto a bush track and from my backyard to the track is a big cliff. Fenced off so I don’t go trying to be Super Dog and flying off the edge after a ball. Handing because mum is a shocking throw (needs more practice in my opinion). So when we go on our morning walks down there I have to go find my tennis balls that have been the victims of mum’s bad throws.
This is what I have to search in….
But worth it when I return successful…
(P.S. For Ruby… Walked right over the dead possum this morning and completely ignored it (mum shocked too) and then ignored dead rabbit at start of track. Maybe it’s the vegetarian family thing that means you feel compelled to supplement with additional meat-ish stuff).