Nothing is worse than when she’s stuck with me as her playmate. My dog thinks I’m a poor substitute for my husband.
Best Playmate Ever
According to Honey, my husband Mike is the best playmate ever.
He wrestles. He plays tug. He even plays a human version of bitey face where his hands take the place of another dog’s jaws.
When Honey comes back from playing with Mike, she’s tired. But happy.
You should see the expressions on Honey’s face when I take her out to play.
Second Best By A Mile
Honey looks excited when I show her a ball and toss it for her. At least the first time.
But after a few pathetic throws, Honey decided she’d rather sniff around the lawn.
Apparently I’m too lame a playmate for her to bother with.
Honey will try again when she finds a particularly attractive stick.
First she does her bucking bronco dance where she parades around the lawn showing off her stick. Then she’ll come near, daring me to try to grab it from her.
When Honey figures out my grip is too weak to give her much competition, she cools on the game of tug too.
I’m just a poor substitute for my husband.
What Honey Does With Me
I’m not totally useless.
Honey knows she can count on me for some things.
I’m the person who takes her for long sniffy walks and will wait as long as it takes for her to finish her explorations. I practice tricks with her when she’s getting bored. And I’m always a soft cushion for her head when she’s napping.
All I know is that Honey is lucky she’s living in a two human household. Because my dog might think either one of us is a poor substitute for the other.
Your Turn: Does your dog have favorite people for different activities?