Larsen wants to own the birds and bird wings he grabs, rather than retrieve them and turn them over to me. He needs to get more used to birds, I figure. Treat them like a fact of life. Not be so possessive. Share and share alike.
On our morning walk, I let him carry Susan's firehose & birdwing getup. Let's just walk together, old buddy, and you can carry the bird! He trotted along with that in his mouth for a long while, looking pretty good if I do say so myself. I am a dog training genius.
Then he set it down, and while I was fooling with my coffee, the leash, and being half asleep anyway, he gave that fetch toy a quick mark. Even though I rinsed it in a handy lawn sprinkler, he knew it was his, and he more or less lost interest in it. He basically said, hey, you carry that thing now, and I did for most of the walk until the end when it started drying out and he got re-interested.
Ok, two can play at this game. I'm going to get a quail out of the freezer and let you carry that around for a while. Just try marking that, buster. I'll be ready.
Larsen displays his chukar-winged firehose.
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