my big-boy, as a little fluff ball, thought every touch was an invitation to rough house. I still remember the first time I touched the top of his head and he held still. I quietly called to my hubby "honey, I'm petting my dog!" He was a little over a year old if I remember correctly.
One thing I did like to do is roll balls to him across the room. He'd bring it back and I'd hold the ball and wrestle a little bit with him. It was great. It still is except he's decided that he is too big to chase balls around the house.
Patton CGC BH
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