Pudge: not a fan of heights.
Everything looks frighteningly high when you’re 4 inches tall
The agility trials came to an abrupt halt when one Corgi, Pudge, decided ‘Fuck this shit’ and fell asleep on the ramp.
Pudge will never be an agility corgi. This is OK.
Monte, approaching full derp.
The weather is finally nice, so he got the three tennis ball treatment.
“What’s that?” You say, wondering what I could possibly make Monte do with three tennis balls that he won’t do with one.
Well for one, he doesn’t drop a tennis ball, for hardly anything. And that includes stinky (salmon) treats. It makes it hard to keep him running around the yard because if I chase him to get the ball he likes it, then when he wants a break he hides in the bushes.
If I have three tennis balls, well, then we activate Monte’s weakness.
No matter what, he will chase the ball.
If he has one, and wants to do a “flyby” (when I tell him to bring the ball to me and he cruises past, just out of reach) all I do is throw another ball to the opposite part of the yard and he sprints after it.
He can carry more than one toy in his mouth, and does, but more than one tennis ball is hard. So I just do this and collect the other two, keeping him running around the yard.
And there you go. The result: full derp.
An awesome and cunning trick to keeping a corgi who loves chasing balls forever busy!