Just another day
I felt like I needed to switch it up. I typically take the girls out; it's cooler so they don't get hot and then the man and I go for a power walk. Jessie was sound asleep; still in her morning nap so I thought I'd grab the poodles and go. Luke lay on the couch once he saw I was taking Tilley out; he knows the routine. I called to him and he got suspicious; so I asked him if he'd like to go for a walk with Tilley. Those big ears of his flew up and he was off the couch in a flash. We went through our snail approach to getting his harness on and then we were ready.
Once at the park Tilley seemed to be happier to be out with Luke; perhaps she doesn't like going out with Jessie. I wouldn't blame her; Jessie likes to sniff, and I mean sniff. Up and down each blade of grass; it can take eons just to get a few feet. Once we got to the safe field I took out Tilley's ball and she came to life; she is instantly transformed by the ball, tail up, head, body, everything up and ready. I just kick it now because I don't want any mishaps; but she loves it, it's what she lives for. Luke is patient; waiting his turn. I am clear as to who is getting the ball; I use names and they understand. When both were younger; Tilley had no hesitation in running over Luke should he go after the ball when it was her turn.
Now that Tilley is 13 1/2 I worry that he will run her over. First it is Tilley's turn; she has a few tosses, then Luke's turn. As soon as I ask him if he would like a turn; his whole body morphs into drive mode. When it is Tilley's turn; he pretends not to be watching, he keeps himself occupied but when it's his turn, he's on. Tilley lays on the grass and does a very controlled stay; what a girl. And then it's Tilley's turn again; I always end the ball throws with her. Luke loves the ball but Tilley lives for the ball.
We make our way around the rest of the park; two happy poodles, three smiles.