Aren't dogs supposed to, like, catch frisbees and return them to the thrower? Our German Shepherd apparently hasn't received the memo on that.
My daughter thought she'd play a nice game of frisbee with our year-and-a -half old beast.
"Schultz, catch!" She whipped the frisbee into the air. Schultz watched . Then he sprang into action.
So far so good.
But then he messed up. He decided that the frisbee must be a great neon yellow chew toy. He plopped his big hundred pound body on top of it and proceeded to chew away.
"Schultz! That's not what you're supposed to do!" My daughter ran over and grabbed the slobbery chewed up thing from him. "Let's try again."
She threw the frisbee. He chased. He pounced. He chewed.
By the time he was done with that frisbee, it was reduced to a few scraps of plastic.
What a knucklehead!