I think we’ve pretty well established that our farm collie, Toby, loves playing in water more than anything else on the planet. However, creeks and puddles and water spraying out of a hose aren’t always available, so what does he do with the rest of his time?
He plays with sticks. Anything from a tiny twig the size of a toothpick to a 2×8 board to a log so big he can hardly drag it around.
We had a big limb fall out of a tree a while back, and The Cave Geek broke a chunk off to give to Toby.
This was great prize to Toby!
Ha, ha! It’s mine, all MINE!!!!
He carried it all over the place, even though he could barely close his mouth around it, and drooled cause he couldn’t swallow with that big chunk of tree in his mouth.
Walk softly and carry a big stick?
This just happens to be his idea of a good time. In fact, the minute you go out the door, the first thing he does is look for a stick. It doesn’t matter what size, he’s just got to have one!
After a while though, carrying it around isn’t enough. He has to chew on it.
(Sorry about the poor quality of this little video, but the digital camera I’m using these days is from way back, and the technology wasn’t so good for video capture.)
The video may not be the greatest, but you can hear a couple of good crunches in there and see those nice big teeth working on reducing that bit of log to splinters.
That isn’t the biggest chunk of wood I’ve seen him carting around, but like I said, he’s not picky about the size. Sometimes he has little sticks that look like he’s got a cigar hanging out of his mouth. Sometimes he plays lumberjack.
But whatever the size, carrying and crunching wood rates right up there as his second favorite pastime.
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lol! What is it about boys and sticks?
~Lisa