- Location
- Close to Devon/Somerset border
Well, we've had some of the family here today including 2 boys aged 9 and 5 (who don't have a dog of their own) and oh boy has Molly enjoyed them.
They've both had a lot of licky/sniffy attention, then she started to fetch all her balls and throw toys to offer to them as encouragement to play. At first they were both a bit anxious and unsure if she is safe, despite reassurance from their parents. Unfortunately they have heard on the news about the boy in the caravan in Cornwall - I'm sure you all know what I'm referring to - and it has scared them.
Molly is persistence and patience on 4 legs and after a while the eldest boy started to throw or kick the ball for her, a smile appearing on his face when she bought it back to him. Eventually both boys were playing with her and although not totally confident they were far more at ease than at first.
They had to leave a short time ago and Molly was watching through the gate with a little whimper. Then she turned to me and the OH - both well past our prime - and with sigh wandered back to the garden.
I've no doubt the next 'plaything' Molls would like is not a ball, Kong or tuggy, but a fully charged boy
She is, at the moment though, completely zonked !
They've both had a lot of licky/sniffy attention, then she started to fetch all her balls and throw toys to offer to them as encouragement to play. At first they were both a bit anxious and unsure if she is safe, despite reassurance from their parents. Unfortunately they have heard on the news about the boy in the caravan in Cornwall - I'm sure you all know what I'm referring to - and it has scared them.
Molly is persistence and patience on 4 legs and after a while the eldest boy started to throw or kick the ball for her, a smile appearing on his face when she bought it back to him. Eventually both boys were playing with her and although not totally confident they were far more at ease than at first.
They had to leave a short time ago and Molly was watching through the gate with a little whimper. Then she turned to me and the OH - both well past our prime - and with sigh wandered back to the garden.
I've no doubt the next 'plaything' Molls would like is not a ball, Kong or tuggy, but a fully charged boy
