Chewable, Floatable and Less Likely to Get Caught in a Tree

The dog chewed her first bumper/throw toy apart almost immediately, but a quick duct tape repair lasted a few months until she recently tore it apart for good. I went to the pet store and bought her a foam ball with a shock cord loop designed to work as a slingshot. She chewed it to bits within days, and I’m still finding mysterious piles of blue foam in the forest (what kind of fungus is that?). This time I bought another bumper like the first because it was my only choice. Paul took that bumper by the rope, wound it up a few times (that champion waffle ball pitcher’s arm of his can really launch a dog toy) before letting it fly off the end of the deck right into the upper branches of a douglas fir. Perfect. Back at the pet store, this time I decide to buy a Frisbee. It’s durable, chewable, floatable, less likely to be caught in a tree and bright orange so it can be located in grass or water. I think it’s a winner.

Norah’s a fast, aerodynamically-shaped dog with nothing between her ears to slow her down. She could really be one of those Frisbee dogs. She could totally pluck that orange disk right out of the air. Go Norah Go! It’s time you make something of yourself! It’s time you start pulling your weight around here. I show Norah her new Frisbee and all I get is her frantic wheresmyball, wheresmyball, ohmygod, someoneispayingattentiontome howcouldInotfindballatatimelikethis, mustfindball reaction. I throw the Frisbee off the deck. Nothing. She has NO interest (wheresmyball). I try several more times over the weekend, again and again. Still nothing.

Then, miraculously, the lost hanging-from-a-tree-like-its-a-Christmas-ornament dog toy drops from the sky. We’re back in business. Until… Norah tears off the outer layer of fuzz and cracks it open like a pistachio. Done.

I’m not even going back to the pet store because I know they don’t have anything else. We’re out of options. Anyone out there got any ideas for me?

Maybe I don’t need a pet store at all. Maybe I need an athletic store where I can buy cans and cans of tennis balls. She can chew right through them and we’ll always have another. Or maybe we don’t need any store at all. Maybe we just need a beach with sticks. Only driftwood for this dog. Or, maybe I just need a kitchen and a few strips of (nitrate-free) bacon. Yes, that’s it. Next up: frying the Frisbee in bacon grease. To be continued…

4 thoughts on “Chewable, Floatable and Less Likely to Get Caught in a Tree

  1. Barb

    Sitka ws a chewer too. What ended up working for us was one of those big thick knot ropes. And the giant kong balls that I could fill with peanut butter that he couldn’t quite reach with the end of his tongue. He would work for hours trying to get that last little piece of peanut butter in the middle fo the Kong. Good luck. At least she’s not chewing your socks and underwear.

  2. Tami

    My boys will play exclusively with soccer balls. Tennis balls, chew toys, nope. Just soccer balls. They would chase a soccer ball until they died of soccer exhaustion. I’m sure of it. If left to their own devices they will also shred a soccer ball until it is flat and brown and kind of looks like a dead rodent, which can really creep you out if it’s kinda dark out. We have a source for $.25 soccer balls… we’d go broke on soccer balls if not for Granny’s Attic (our island thrift store).

  3. Paul

    Uhh, that’s “wiffle ball” not “waffle ball”. Sheesh. No respect for professional sports.

  4. Lani

    Great source for tennis balls it a tennis club. Someone at our dog park collects them and then leaves them for the dogs at the park. It is amazing how quickly Rocky can skin one of those balls and then scampers off with the skin shaking it like a deflated squirrel. The frisbee survives only because he gets it just at the park. Otherwise it would be psychedelic poop too.

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