Hello from Annie and me! Now that we’ve got the serious part of our story out of the way, I’m going to focus on more light-hearted parts from here on out.
The Annie tale (Get it? Tale/tail?) this week is shorter, but it’s about one of Annie’s behaviors that’s always confused me.
When I got Annie, I was a bit flummoxed about what type of toys to get her. My previous dog never took to dog toys, instead choosing to claim someone’s stuffed animal as her own every once in a while.
I ended up going with a stuffed bunny toy with a squeaker and a ball. Because dogs like to play with balls, right?
To my surprise, it took Annie at least a month before she would really play with toys at all. I think part of it was due to her still not being fully recovered from mange, but it was also almost as if she didn’t know how to play with toys and people.
But once she did start playing, I discovered something: she couldn’t care less about the ball.
She’d play with the bunny just fine, chase after it and everything. But the ball? Nope. When I tried to get her to play with it, I was lucky if she even gave it a sniff.
And if I threw it?
She’d watch it go before looking back at me as if to say, “A ball? Really? Wow, what a stereotype. You get it.”
To this day, Annie refuses to play with a ball. I have no clue why. Maybe it’s too “mainstream dog” for her.