Via Omri, a very cute and funny post of dogs at the beach. I want to know how the hell they managed to train a Ridgeback to actually let objects go.
I used to have to fight Worf to get my things back. Like my sneaker.
And my shirt.
I love Ridgies. I still miss Worf, even after all these years.
Indeed.
We had two ridgebacks. Our first was a rescue dog that had no ridge. His name was Rommel. Rommel, the African Lion Hunting dog… And that was his name before we got him.
And the other was Sammy. She was ridgeless as well. We wanted one with the ridge, but if we didn’t take her they were going to kill her. And they WILL let things go…. When they are good and ready too!
That sneaker Worf is carrying? I pushed it all the way under the bed, thinking that it was far enough under so that he couldn’t get it. Then I left the guest room door open. Probably couldn’t have been more than a minute or two before he came trotting out with the sneaker in his mouth, his tail wagging in circles, waiting for me to chase him. That’s why he took my stuff. So I would chase him. He was a happy, happy boy in those pictures.