Herb loves tennis balls. Even though he’s only 13 pounds, enjoys giving me a bunch of unwarranted attitude, and pees in my shoes, he’s actually a pretty fun little dog. Now don’t me wrong. He definitely has all the markings of a lap dog: barking at any noise from the outside world that could be construed as an attack (or a deliveryman bringing him food), a desire to sleep as close to my face as humanly possible, and a love of women (which is sort of rad by the way). But yeah, Herb likes to have a good time. And our primary way of having a good time: fetch.
I have tennis balls strewn around my place so Herb and I can have an impromptu game of fetch a moment’s notice. That kid loves him some fetch and is obsessed with tennis balls constantly prowling the grounds of where we live looking for an unsuspecting ball to pounce on. (As I was writing this I was thinking about the 4 or 5 different types of fetch we play and I had actually started to list them out here before I realized it made me sound like a crazy cat person. So yeah, suffice to say that one of the games is called “herb, get marv to play fetch with you”. Its never worked.)
This past saturday I’d just come home from a tennis match — that’s right people, I’m currently on a tear through the men’s doubles league of North Fulton County. I’ll be bringing my brand of tennis badassery to your neighborhood soon.
But I digress…
I was lounging on my couch, recuperating from another solid victory when Herb started crying. He was out of eyesight so I just told him the usual “Herb, shut the hell up”. He kept crying so I tried my other tried and true directive: “Marv, go play with your brother”. The crying continued. I finally got up and saw what he was doing. He was feverishly pawing at my tennis bag. He looked up at me for just a split second before he started working on the bag again. I said “Herb, there’s no food in there. And no there are no pretty girls in there”. I said that in a manly voice of course. He was undeterred. So I stepped closer and finally found what he was going berserk over:
Herb had found the motherlode. Yep, he looked into that bag, his eyes lit up, and he thought “this is the top of the mountain. and it is good”. Or something like that.
Tags: Dogs
#1 written by Mom September 29th, 2011 at 23:33
Sounds sort of like Dolittle going after a “toy” but in his case it was to warn his Mom (Amy) about a snake invader. Maybe you better check the bag for something other than just tennis balls!
#2 written by Pop October 3rd, 2011 at 18:12
you think that’s bad, you should see Bear and Dutch when one goes under the couch! Sorry about the snake Amy. your group are very nice looking guys, but i’d hate to run into them in a dark alley. Hope all is well , talk to you soon love Pop
#3 written by Pop October 3rd, 2011 at 18:13
sorry I forgot… GO GT.!!!!!…
#4 written by TJ October 4th, 2011 at 00:35
Ha, thanks for keeping up with the Jackets pop! And yes, we are a tough crew. We’re thinking of starting a gang. I’m open to suggestions for our gang name.