Charley herding balls… with the help of her frisbee. We go out every morning at 5 am , sometimes 5 :20, to the poly clinic parking lot, in the dusky morning light, and run around, herding a variety of balls. The big blue ball, eh ha ha, is labeled the Indestructible Ball. I didn’t realize the size until I received it. I was going to return it because I didn’t think she’d like it. But, to my surprise her eyes got as big as pool cues. As soon as she touched it with her nose, she began to growl at it, bark and fervently ran alongside, pushing It this way and that.

she has another coming today

Different size

Different color

And yes, the ball is indestructible.

we did our daily morning herd with three large balls and one VERY bouncy ball. The bouncy ball is absolutely awesome.

Today the bouncy ball was a problem. Charley has to hold something in her mouth while she plays. This is what we take out to play SEE the little red ball? That is her new one we were waiting for. And……This is the infamous red ball that is her favorite. I was telling a story as but what happened this morning with her and her favorite ball but I got side tracked. I managed to shoot this picture while she is pouting with her back to me and ignoring me.

SECRET: I got the red ball from the Dollar Tree.

I think you can still get online but the minimum order is 36. But you know what? I think I’ve spent just about that much money losing those balls that bounce (plus, they are better than the chukit balls BY FAR)

I swear. I feel like I’ve got a teenager. She doesn’t talk back. She just pees on my purse

The little guy (stuffed animal) we found on our travels. OH!!!! This next picture is what is left of my hair brush!!!

THE RED BALL STORY

THE RED BALL story has now become its own major title in a new and awful Horror GENRE movie that I guess I will call THE RED BALL STORY that ties in with BAD Charley + run away = BAD ME me. Today she ran away from me AGAIN . When I say ran away she just does the “SQUIRREL!” But replace it with “BALL!” This time it was the red and blue and white soccer ball that I use to dribble and I would play soccer while we were herding.. But mainly it worked well with us if I had that ball and she was able to use all of her abilities freely without the ALPHA FEMALE weirdness we’ve been going through.

I saw she had nudged it with her nose thinking it would start rolling down the alley and gain momentum where it would be a major search and rescue mission. Instead, which I didn’t think it would fit, rolled under the closed and locked gate of the construction site right down the alley of our place. And THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO. Well, I did try lifting up the fence so she could be a partner in crime and slip under to retrieve the ball, and I did think about scaling the locked fence but thought better of it, I just looked at her and said, “I can’t do anything about it”.

She whines for a Minute as we walk to the back parking lot of the POLYCLINIC and I start tossing the red WHAM-O and a yellow PETCO frisbee, while kind of kicking a lame tennis ball, really kinda butt hurt because I liked playing soccer with her. I liked having my own ball, when I saw for a brief second and read her mind that NOW was her escape. She took off running, jumping the high stone wall into the street and out of site.

My body was hurting so bad from the last couple days from pulling a muscle in my buttocks while herding, frisbee, soccer practice, and with my left shoulder that has no cartilage, being exacerbated from her tugging, and for feeling like a failure for her sudden no recall that I just felt defeated

I started my painful walk up the Poly parking lot, and back to the alley where we lost that dang thing and (THANK GOD) I was surprised to see her standing at the fence whining at the soccer ball that was stuck under and just a bit out of reach. I once again told her nothing I could do.

It was as if she’d suddenly received that one trigger that set THE PLAN in motion and I had on my hand a rogue agent THAT used to be called Charley Waffle. I had no idea who this dog was or why or WHO IT belonged to. She was all free agent Which really sucks.

Because I had always wished that would happen to me. I want to be a rogue agent. I want that one signal or ball that flips me into automatic IT’S ON. NO TURNING BACK.

I was supposed to be that rogue agent .

Who doesn’t wish that?

But she’s done it a few other times where I finally got smart. I don’t pull out any balls or toys until our destination. Duh.

Update

The dollar Tree still has these incredible bouncy balls that have 10 times the bounce and durability as the Chuck-it balls. Which cost 10 for 2. Just saying