The last time that John and I were roomates, the neighbor had a dog. There were no fences between our yards. Kirby was named after Kirby Pucket for his posterior and Kirby vacuums for the way he liked to eat. He was a Blue Heeler/Austraiian Shephard mix with tons of energy. I always said that our household shared Kirby and if we were in the backyard he would be hanging out with us.
Kirby's primary owner liked baseball and would throw balls for Kirby until he could not throw any more. John and I played frisbee a lot and decided to teach the dog to play. It took a lot of effort from the two of us to teach Kirby not to run to the frisbee handler and try to bite the disc out of the throwers hands. One of us would hold Kirby about 20 feet away while the other tapped on the disc twice before throwing. When the, "tap tap" happened the other would run away from the disc thrower with Kirby in tow....over and over and over again.
He was a hard headed dog, but he was up against two harder headed teachers.
Of course Kirby finally figured it out. Nothing made Kirby more excited than seeing the frisbee come out.
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2016, Los Angeles, CA, USA
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I usually watched John play shortstop at softball. I don't think I ever saw anybody stay down on a grounder any better than he did. He recieved multiple bruises and blackeys for it, but the ball rarely got by him.
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2010, Museum of Glass, Dock Street, Tacoma, WA, USA
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2012, Burning Man, NV, USA
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2012, Burning Man, NV, USA
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2012, Burning Man, NV, USA
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2008, The Vets Club, Willamette Street, Eugene, OR, USA
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2015, Camp Lane, Oregon 126, Walton, OR, USA
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