While Emma and ramsey were checking out the new toy yesterday, Ben decided to play one of his favorite games. As you've probably noticed, Connor is ultra, super obsessed with the frisbee. He is also tireless, relentless and the most hyper-competitive Border Collie I have ever met. Even when Connor is sleeping, he is dreaming of frisbee.
He takes being a frisbee-obsessed Border Collie to whole new levels of obsessive Border-Collie-ness. If I am not actively throwing the frisbee, than he is actively trying to get me to. Can you feel the stare?
Connor can hold this pose and keep up this level of intensity for HOURS. He can outlast any attempts to ignore him. I distract him with walks and other jobs and he'll go off happily and do them, but when we come back, he will pick up exactly where he left off. I took the frisbee away and hid it behind the couch once - a year ago - and he still checks back there. Every. Single. Day.
Connor's attempts to make me throw the frisbee include leaving it in my path and then moving off into ready-launch mode until I pass by it. Every now and then though, this backfires on my crazy Border Collie because the one toy Ben likes to play with is the frisbee. He especially likes to play with it if he can taunt Connor with it at the same time.
Yesterday, Connor left the frisbee right in my path, but someone else got there first.
Ben generally ignores Connor, but he always watches him and will not let him come onto the donkey side of the fence. Connor knows better than to mess with the donkeys and Ben knows better than to go after Connor, but he is not fond of dogs and he sure would like to. Beneath that placid, phlegmatic surface lies a fire-breathing dragon and dogs make the dragon appear.
When Ben gets his hooves on the frisbee, he loves to tease Connor with it. Yesterday, he found the frisbee right where Connor had left it for me to throw, picked it up and waved it around and all the while, poor Connor laid on the other side of the gate in appalled horror, whining and quivering. Every time he inched closer, Ben dropped the frisbee, stood on it and puffed smoke at my poor dog.
I swear I could see a little evil smile on Ben's face the whole time. Tormenting the dog is his idea of a good time.
This is Connor's idea of a good time.