Today was pretty much a continuation of yesterday, only instead of soup, I had a sandwich. I was in bed by 6:30. (Of course, now I am awake at 2:30. But I had IMPORTANT THINGS TO TELL YOU.)
After my sandwich, I wanted to play with The Sir because it’s not fair to him that I feel like death on a stale cracker and am ticked off at society for all the “having to wear real clothes to work” bit. (If society felt like I do, they’d be A-Okay with jammies. And fuzzy socks. And real kleenex would be available every ten feet.) So I sat on the couch and stared at My Boy. He immediately proceeded to root around in his toy box for exactly the right toy, and he came up with his squeaky dragon, and put it in my hands. Usually, a game of “tug” ensues. But today, Cooper looked at the dragon, looked at me, and looked at the dragon, as if to say, “Well, THROW IT, WOMAN!!”
I threw it.
Normally, Cooper either looks at the thrown object, and then looks back at me, as if to say, “Well, if you want the darn thing so bad, you shouldn’t have thrown it. Now go get it, and DON’T THROW IT THIS TIME.”, or, he goes and gets the object and takes it back to his dog bed to play with it.
Retrieving is NOT The Boy’s strongest gift.
Cody, on the other hand, got the retrieving gene for the entire litter. Anything is a potential projectile for him. And he will chase it lo unto the ends of the earth. At the old house, when we were sick of throwing something for him (we’re not heartless, it’s just tiring to throw something 7,395 times for Cody and have him NOT GET TIRED, AT ALL…), it would “accidentally” get tossed into the pool. (Neither of our boys got the “enjoys being in the water, even when it’s freezing outside” gene that most other Labradors get.) Cody would stand at the side of the pool, somewhat patiently, waiting for the ball to drift back to the edge so he could retrieve it. If the ball took too long, he’d race around to the other side of the pool and bark at the ball. A proven technique if ever there was.
Sometimes, Cooper gets in on the retrieving game with Cody. Only, Cooper doesn’t play right. We’ll throw the ball, and Cody will tear off after it, Cooper jogging behind him (jogging is about as fast as Cooper gets…). After Cody gets the ball, Cooper seems to think that the game turns into a defensive game, wherein Cooper tries to prevent Cody from getting back to us with the ball. Cody is a simple, SIMPLE boy. (But sweet, very, VERY sweet.) He loves his brudder, he loves his ball, he loves his people. That pretty much sums up his knowledge. (Frankly, if one has to have a limited body of knowledge, that’s a pretty good set. We should all be so lucky.) And when Cooper just DOESN’T PLAY RIGHT, the expression of confusion and heartbreak on Cody’s face is hilarious. Cody is unfamiliar with the “frustration” emotion. He knows he loves his brudder, and he loves the ball (which he has), and his brudder is JUST. NOT. DOING. IT. RIGHT. It’s hilarious. And sad.
Longest aside ever. Anyway, Cooper doesn’t “do” retrieving.
So tonight, he placed the dragon in my hands, looked at me like, “THROW IT, WOMAN.”, so I did. And Cooper jogged after it.
AND BROUGHT IT BACK TO ME! RIGHT BACK TO ME! No interim distractions, no stopping to squeak on the dragon on his dog bed for ten minutes before bringing it back to me, he saw the item thrown, he chased it down, and BROUGHT IT BACK TO ME.
It only took seven years. I’m a proud Labrador person tonight, people.