Friday Flashback....Who's ball is that?

A girl and her dog.

When Ivy was between the age of 12 months and 20 months she went through a phase where she would grab Pollack's ball in her mouth and run with it.  At first it made me cringe and I would want to gag. I would take it out of her mouth and wash it and put the ball up.  But if any of you know Pollack then you know that he has a special relationship with his ball.  So putting it up wasn't working out for us in the Ward house because we had to listen to him whine so much.

After a couple of months I finally gave up.  I figured if it hadn't made her sick yet then it probably wasn't going too.  And it's tricky business buying Pollack balls.  We have to make sure that they are small enough for him to carry around but big enough that they won't roll under the furniture. Because who wants to spend half a day getting on the floor and pulling the ball back out...not me!

It was quite entertaining to watch though.  Pollack would grab his ball and take it to Ivy wanting her to throw it or kick it.  Instead she would pick it up, put it in her mouth, and run.  P-man would bark, growl, and chase her.  He never learned his lesson.  Silly dog.

We eventually bought P-man some balls that were hard enough that Ivy couldn't bite down on them but he could still carry them around.  He still hasn't learned his lesson though.  Instead of her running around with it in her mouth she just runs around with it in her hand.  Silly dog.

We have managed to teach Ivy that her action of taking the ball and not giving it back to Pollack is mean and makes him sad so she is getting better about throwing it for him...but usually she just runs.  At least now we have a fenced in back yard that is flat so we can let them have at it outside and we don't have to hear all of the ear piercing barks.

Happy Friday!