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That's right, I'm being a bad dog owner today. Last night, right before supper, I started feeling like crap on a cracker. I had a fever of 100.7, chills and an upset stomach. (I skipped supper: steak, mashed 'taters and home made bread. I'm 6'6" and 290lbs, it's not usual for me to skip a meal) My wife looked at me and said, you're getting sick. Cass kept trying to get on my lap and was upset when she had to lay on the floor in front of me, but she had her head on my feet. I don't need a DR. when I have her to tell me when I'm getting something.
Wife had to work today so I was home alone with the dogs. We normally go out and exercise/train or do our thing earlier in the morning. She won't be home until around 2:30 today and the dogs were driving me nuts.
I finally had enough........I put on an extra sweatshirt and my barn coat, got the ball thrower out of the garage and a pail of tennis balls.
I went back in the house with all the equipment. Now, we live in a rambler but have a 12' X 12' deck off the kitchen. I took the pail of balls out on the deck and used the thrower to throw as many of them as I could into the biggest snowbanks I could find. I was able to throw about a dozen balls before I had to go in and sit down.
It took my monsters about 15 minutes to find all the balls and bring them back to the deck. I sat inside and watched them DESTROY snowbanks trying to find a ball, bring it back to the deck and then go get another one.
I did it a second time and it took them another 20 minutes or so to find most of the balls this time.
I'm done, drenched in sweat and just want to take a nap.
I brought them in and they're just going to have to wait for "mommy" to get home at 2:30 to get a walk or a trip to the dog park or something.
Hopefully the neighbors don't think I'm nuts.............but maybe they already do.
If they don't calm down after this, I'm gonna cheat and give them the knuckle bones that my wife brought home on Friday.
I love my dogs, but they're just going to have to understand.

Wife had to work today so I was home alone with the dogs. We normally go out and exercise/train or do our thing earlier in the morning. She won't be home until around 2:30 today and the dogs were driving me nuts.
I finally had enough........I put on an extra sweatshirt and my barn coat, got the ball thrower out of the garage and a pail of tennis balls.
I went back in the house with all the equipment. Now, we live in a rambler but have a 12' X 12' deck off the kitchen. I took the pail of balls out on the deck and used the thrower to throw as many of them as I could into the biggest snowbanks I could find. I was able to throw about a dozen balls before I had to go in and sit down.
It took my monsters about 15 minutes to find all the balls and bring them back to the deck. I sat inside and watched them DESTROY snowbanks trying to find a ball, bring it back to the deck and then go get another one.
I did it a second time and it took them another 20 minutes or so to find most of the balls this time.
I'm done, drenched in sweat and just want to take a nap.
I brought them in and they're just going to have to wait for "mommy" to get home at 2:30 to get a walk or a trip to the dog park or something.
Hopefully the neighbors don't think I'm nuts.............but maybe they already do.
If they don't calm down after this, I'm gonna cheat and give them the knuckle bones that my wife brought home on Friday.
I love my dogs, but they're just going to have to understand.