Somewhere deep inside Sinead's Boston terrier brain is a fixed idea. No matter how much I try to shift it, this idea won't go away. It's simple and it's sticky.
Playing ball with a human is much more fun when that human is doing something else.
Case in point: I'm eating a little snack and reading a novel when I feel a slight bit of weight hit the footrest. This is was my view. Since Sinead is never content with just one ball throw, I thought I'd just keep reading and see if she'd find a less-busy human to play with.
Sinead has remarkable concentration skills. If you do not throw the ball, she'll just watch it very carefully. It's as though she is willing it to move (or you to move) with the power of her mind alone. Or maybe she's engaging in a little bit of hypnotism, trying to convince me to throw the ball with the power of her mind.
When that doesn't work, she has one more trick up her sleeve.
This is the old paw-at-the-ball trick. She is not pushing it hard enough to make it roll off or go away. She's just trying to nudge it in my direction, and she's probably hoping all that movement will make me give in and just throw the darn thing.
Did it work? Yup. I threw the ball. Who needs to snack or read, right? We have dogs to serve!
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