Brady’s a bit of a loner when we go to the dog park. At most, he’ll sniff a couple of dogs and then get back to playing with his toys. He’ll fetch as far as I can throw, and for as long as I can last. Often times I find him wandering off to find men who will throw the ball for him. Smarty pants has figured out that I can’t throw and he’d rather go find someone who has a better arm.
Well excuse me.
Insert: The Chuckit. It’s not a new invention. It just looks dumb. Basically, it’s a ball launcher. I’d seen people at parks with them since Brady was a puppy, but was never inspired to be one of those people. Until one day, Brady refused to play ball with me and instead took it time and again to a woman using a ChuckIt. So I caved and bought one. And holy heck, does it launch the ball. It throws it clear across the park with little effort on my end.
And a bonus: I don’t have to bend over to pick up the ball. So now I’m that dumb looking woman walking into the dog park with the ball launcher.
But I’ll take it. I can be lazy and wear Brady out all at the same time. Double score.