Off across the Moor with Joy thismorning, frosty and beautiful. We were handing out leaflets about Charlie, the missing Beagle, stopping to chat to quite a few people as we went and intermittently having ball games. I noticed that the pool was frozen over apart from a couple of places at the edge where it looked as if another dog had broken the ice, and made a mental note not to throw the ball into the pool on the way back. We ambled round for about three hours, then came back to the pool so Joy could have a drink of water before we headed back down the hill for home. I gave a Charlie leaflet to a couple there with a Beagle, who said that they had heard that he was missing and that they remembered that he had been at daycare with their dog, Poppy. I told them that Joy had also first met Charlie at daycare and they said 'Is this Joy? We remember her, she used to play with Poppy too!' We got chatting and I was carefully throwing the ball into the pool where the ice was broken and Joy was retrieving it happily and all was fine until I threw it a bit too hard, it landed on the ice and slid all the way to the middle! Aaagh! Joy of course set off after it, her ball is Veryvery important to her and bringing it back to me is the best game in the world. I called her back and she came, but before I could clip her lead on she was setting off to fetch the ball again. Eventually I realised that as long as she could see both me and the ball she was quite happy, so she wasn't going to budge. This meant that either the ball or I had to disappear. I couldn't disappear the ball, so I was the one who would have to go. I explained to the couple that I thought the only way to get her to come to me was for me to walk away and asked them to please shout for me if Joy set off across the ice again. Then I walked away with my heart in my mouth. When I judged that I was out of sight (only a few yards away, fortunately) I called her to me in a wildly enthusiastic way and after a brief pause I heard drumming paws behind me and there she was, running towards me at full pelt, having left her precious ball on the ice. I gave her loads of praise and liver paste, clipped her lead on and went back to wave at the couple with Poppy so that they knew all was OK. What a relief ! I feel very honoured to have been chosen over a ball even if that is, as I suspect, due to my role of Main Ball Thrower. GoodGirlJoy!


