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We found an orange rubber ball - a little bigger than a tennis ball, a lot smaller than a football. I throw it, OK, this bit is clear, Archie is flying faster than he thought he could to catch it. He succeeds. He holds it tight in his mouth. End scene. Over the summer I tried all available to me verbs to get him to give the ball to me so I could throw it again, he would fetch it, ad nauseam: give, put, lay, put down, throw, let go. Today it worked for the first time when I said : FOU. I had never had a dog in Russia, yet somehow I remembered - at noon today - that this is the command to stop doing something. How did he know?
The perfect English countryside meadow that we found to practise Archie's advanced fetching skill turned out to be the grounds of someone's mansion. I saw the building in the background when we entered through the open gate, suspected that it could be private, but carried on anyway - so alluring the emerald of the grass seemed and was. Of course we were asked to leave the property within the quarter of an hour by a Downton Abbey looking nurse, who said that the house belonged to a sick old lady, who wouldn't probably mind us frolicking on her property were she to be looking out of the window during the time, but she - the nurse - could take no chances. Of course, Madam, we understand, we just moved here from London, you know, still don't know the neighbourhood very well. This part is true - that was the first time we ventured that way.
Archie's been sleeping under the piano after the walk, pretending that he's super exhausted. He first parked himself on the cold kitchen floor, but he really doesn't like to be on his own, so came whimpering back trying to catch some cool from the piano's panel.
The perfect English countryside meadow that we found to practise Archie's advanced fetching skill turned out to be the grounds of someone's mansion. I saw the building in the background when we entered through the open gate, suspected that it could be private, but carried on anyway - so alluring the emerald of the grass seemed and was. Of course we were asked to leave the property within the quarter of an hour by a Downton Abbey looking nurse, who said that the house belonged to a sick old lady, who wouldn't probably mind us frolicking on her property were she to be looking out of the window during the time, but she - the nurse - could take no chances. Of course, Madam, we understand, we just moved here from London, you know, still don't know the neighbourhood very well. This part is true - that was the first time we ventured that way.
Archie's been sleeping under the piano after the walk, pretending that he's super exhausted. He first parked himself on the cold kitchen floor, but he really doesn't like to be on his own, so came whimpering back trying to catch some cool from the piano's panel.