A party for dogs

Have you ever been to a party for dogs? Especially dock diving dogs? Well, it has to involve water and swimming and retrieving. And that's just what our party had yesterday.

Our dock diving club, Dixie Dock Dogs, had what my mom and dad called a "social" over at Ft. Yargo. That's a state park in Winder, Georgia. Oh my goodness! It was perfect for us dock divers. There was a big lake and lots of bumpers and balls and plenty of grass and trees and lots of adults throwing stuff for us to retrieve all day long!

They did stop once for a little while to eat, but then it was right back to swimming, retrieving, and running! We dogs had a BLAST!! I think the humans did, too.

There were about 19 humans at the dog party and 13 dogs. Most of them were Labrador Retrievers like Spud and me. But we also had a couple of Golden Retriever mixes and even one Basset Hound. He was crazy. His name was Emmett and he kept running around barking at us. He walked down into the water, but he doesn't retrieve or swim. But he sure barks and sniffs!

By the time it was all over, Spud and I were really, really tired. My mom called us "worn out."

My dad took lots of photographs, and my mom made a cool video from them. Here it is. You can see for yourself what a party for dogs looks like.

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Thanks for looking at the video and reading about our party. Maybe next time, you can come to our dogs' party!

See you on the dock,
Sally
The FIRE of Team Fire and Ice
Dixie Dock Dogs

Our Throw Objects (aka our TOYS!)

As you already know, Spud and I love to retrieve, especially in the water. That's what we were born for, and that's what we do best. And that's what makes us good dock divers. After all, what is dock diving? Water retrieving!!

I thought you might want to take a look at what we actually retrieve when we dock dive. My mom and dad call these things "throw objects." But my brother and I think that's a mighty fancy term for T-O-Y-S!

My mom started out throwing this orange bumper for me. I don't use it much anymore, but it will always hold a special place in my heart. Every once in a while, my mom gets it out and throws it for some of my jumps.


At one of my dock diving events in North Carolina, my mom and dad bought me a new bumper. It was black and white and a little bigger than the orange one. I felt like such a big dog when my mom threw it for me!!


Right after they got me the new black and white bumper is when Spud decided he wanted to start dock diving. So, Mom and Dad got two new toys for us called wubbas. One was orange and one was yellow. A wubba is like a canvas-covered ball with long canvas legs. It looks kind of like an octopus. Spud really loves those wubbas!! Every time my mom gets it out for me, here comes Spud. And sometimes we fight over the wubba, like in these pictures.


"Give it back Spud!!!" Oh, little brothers can be so aggravating!!!

About then my mom saw us fighting over it and said in her best stern voice, "Sally, Spud, NO." Boy, when my mom get all "stern," (whatever that means), Spud and I know we better listen. She's not playing. Then she told us, "Release. Release." That is our command to let go, so both of us let go of the wubba, and it dropped to the ground.

She picked it up and put it away. Of course, she had to give us the same old lecture. "Now you two know we don't play like that with our throw objects. These are used only for dock diving. If you want to play like this, go get one of your toys." If I could speak her language, I'd tell her, "But to us these ARE toys."

Okay, back to the throw objects. Like I said before, we have two wubbas. Here is Spud with the orange one. He loves those wubbas and will jump a long, long distance for them.


We also have two other throw objects called Dead Fowl Trainers, or as most humans call them, DFTs. But to us dogs, a DFT is just a duck. That's what my mom and dad call it when they are talking to Spud and me. We love those ducks! We have a big one, which is actually a normal size DFT, and we also have a smaller one. My mom and dad got the smaller one because they thought it would be easier to throw. My dad throws the smaller duck a lot for Spud. Here's that goofy brother of mine with his small duck.


Now I, on the other hand, like the big duck. Oh, I like the smaller one also, but that big duck is what we use for my Speed Retrieve, and it makes me feel important to retrieve that big duck. My mom and I talked this past week and decided that she's going to start throwing that big duck for me at my next event.

I whisper to it, "Duck, I'm going to do a 20' jump for you next time."

Then I pick it up and bring it back to my mom for safe keeping.

With all these great toys, or throw objects, my mom just had to go get me a new one.....a stupid rubber chicken.

I sniffed it.....

and sniffed it....

And then I told my mom, "We don't need no stinkin' chicken!" So that chicken is now inside in our toy box. (Spud can have it. heh, heh)

So, that's it for today from Team Fire and Ice. All of our throw objects are always kept by our mom and dad in a safe place where we can't get to them to play with them and tear them up. (darn!)

The happiest days for Spud and me are when they bring those throw objects out, because that means.....we're going.....dock diving!!!

See you on the dock....
Sally
The FIRE in Team Fire and Ice
Dixie Dock Dogs

Our Boat, and Our Lake

One day last year my mom and dad put me in the truck, and we went for a ride. I was about 6 or 7 months old and loved to go anywhere with my mom and dad. We rode for a long time, and when we got out of the truck, I smelled something strange, but good. I had never smelled that before, but it definitely smelled like something I wanted to investigate. It was water.....a big, big body of water.

Mom and Dad kept calling it a "lake" and saying things about the "boat," whatever that was. Then we all walked out onto this big wooden thing that stuck out over that "lake." I heard them calling it a "dock." There were a log of big funny looking things all around this dock. We actually walked onto one of them, and I kept hearing the word "boat" over and over.

Soon, that "boat" made a loud....very loud...sound. Much louder than our truck. And then we were moving...out over that big "lake!"

Man, was that cool!! I could walk up to the front of that "boat" and stick my head right into the wind. It blew all over my fur and even made my ears flap in the breeze.

But the best part of the trip was when we stopped. Mom and Dad let me get off the boat and swim in that lake. It was beyond exhilerating....beyond awesome....it was like a piece of lab heaven right here on earth. I never wanted to leave.


We went back to the lake many times last year. I swam and retrieved, and even went swimming with my mom. Here's a video of of one of our trips to the lake last year. You can see how much fun we had together.

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We haven't been to the lake as much this year, mainly because of our dock diving schedule. As much as I love dock diving, I've really missed the lake. And poor Spud has only been once!!

Oh well, I'm sure we'll get in a couple more trips before the season is up. One thing is for sure: I love the lake, and I love our boat!!!!!

See you on the dock,
Sally
The Fire in Team Fire and Ice