Ribsy and Mirabel's beloved red Kong frisbee gets featured on this blog almost as much as the whippets themselves. That's because the duo is obsessed with catching it. There was never any need to use the training guide that Kong put together for dogs who aren't as naturally inclined to chase and catch.
However, that isn't to say that Ribsy and Mirabel are perfect frisbee players. Particularly Ribsy. He's a chaser, not a returner. He often mistakes the game of fetch for a game of football, in which he's the hero running to the endzone for a touchdown. Sometimes he doesn't even bother heading further downfield - the thrill of the snatch is enough for him to treat himself to a congratulatory on-the-spot drop of the disc.
And during those miraculous times when he does brings it back, he usually doesn't want to let his prize go:
Mirabel, on the other hand, is much more inclined to bring it back...after taking a victory lap...or two...or three. She eventually does come back to Boy and Girl after she runs dizzyingly around them, and dipsy doodles tauntingly near the slower Ribsy.
Lately, however, it's evident that she's getting influenced by her slothy brother. Increasingly
she zooms after the frisbee, snaring it spectacularly in mid-air, barking menacingly just incase Ribsy is nearby trying to catch it too, but only to drop it on the ground if she's all alone.
That means Boy and Girl must play the part of returner. With a heavy sigh they trudge through the grass, averting sneaky unpicked-up poo along the way.
We can't do all the exercising, Ribsy pointed out. We've got to train you too.
