I added the “well, kinda” to the title because I never technically learned to retrieve. I was born knowing how to retrieve. I bet that when I came out of the womb, I was retrieving bits of paper or cloth or some of my 12 siblings’ tails or something.
When my mom and dad got home with me, their little chocolate puppy, the first thing they did (after they pulled me out from behind the house plants) was throw a tennis ball for me to retrieve. And retrieve I did.
I remember that day. It was the first time I had ever seen a tennis ball, and to a little 7-week-old puppy it looked H-U-G-E! But I didn’t care. They threw it out across the kitchen floor, and I took off after it. It took me a little while to wrangle it so I could pick it up in my little 7-week-old mouth, but I brought it back to them!
Fee, I’f gah ih in mah mouf!
My mom and dad were really impressed with me. They just ooed and aahed and laughed and acted like I had just retrieved the Crown Jewels.
That was fine with me, because they kept throwing stuff for me to retrieve, just so they could keep saying things to me like, “Good girl, Sally,” “Way to go, Sally,” and “What a dog!”
They are so low maintenance.
Then they would say things to each other like, “Isn’t she cute,” and “Boy, she sure loves retrieving.” Well….yeah. That’s a no-brainer.
Anyway, my point is that it wasn’t long before my mom had her video camera out shooting footage of me retrieving.
This particular video even has my granddaddy in it. He loved to play with me, but he passed away last year. I was very sad.
But on with the show! Little Sally retrieving.
Feel free to ooh and aah like my mom and dad did. I’m used to it now!
See you on the dock,
Sally, the Captain of Team 3 Dawg Flite
Proud member of Dixie Dock Dogs