And I was There when it Happened

you have to be this high
Cai at 8 months, Spring 2007

Hi, everybody!

I wanted to take a photo of the scene where Something Nifty happened this morning, but E.g. has the camera, so I’ve chosen an older photo for its illustration of Cai leaping for a ball (in the case of the photo, one that hasn’t even left the chuckit stick yet! šŸ™‚ )

This morning I took the doggies to the front yard, tethered Fergus to the big Silver Maple there, and played ball with Cai. He’s very good at, and enjoys muchly, catching pop flies, and it makes me feel good to throw them. I extend my arm fully and use my whole upper body in lobbing it in a high arc, and Cai gets under it. The throw and catch aren’t difficult for (or hard on) either of us, but passing strangers are often impressed. Neighbours have seen it again, and again, and again…

Anyway, whether on purpose or by accident, Cai often bounces the ball off the end of his nose, and continues on after it. Occasionally he’ll nose it two, maybe even three times before chomping down on it.

This morning, getting under one of the lobs, Cai nosed the ball over the wrought iron fence that surrounds the front yard. on the other side is a pedestrian walkway and then several front doors with teeny gardens and two-foot-high garden walls. Well! The ball got nosed over the fence, hit the top edge of one of those teeny walls, arced straight back up and over, and Cai caught it! I was thrilled at that slim probability. Forget agility classes — Cai should learn to play snooker!

Gotta go now — it’s time to brush my teeth before work, and since I had garlic bread for lunch, I really should. Have a great day!

8 Responses to And I was There when it Happened

  1. goodbear says:

    that is very very cool! did he even realize what a bonus it was?

  2. Shelley says:

    Hey Cai,

    I hear the Jays are hiring! Get down there for tryouts šŸ™‚


    Auntie Rocky

  3. eyegillian says:

    It’s amazing how athletic Cai can be when he’s out to get that ball… I like to think there’s hope for all short-legged sturdy-shaped humans as well!

  4. lavenderbay says:

    I’m not sure if he knew what a coup that was or not, Goodbear. He was certainly willing to keep playing, though, hot as it was.

    Do you remember an old cartoon, Shelley — possibly made by the same geniuses behind Bugs Bunny — wherein, at one point, a ball player is defending the new, brilliant rookie by tapping a black manual to punctuate each word: “There’s-nothing-in-the-rule-book-that-says-an-elephant-can’t-play!”

    Hmmm… even those who would be nearly seven human years if they were dogs? We can always hope, eyegillian, we can always hope…

  5. jamesviscosi says:

    Cai, someone named Meadowlark Lemon is on the phone … he wonders if you can teach him some moves!

  6. lavenderbay says:

    Cai says, “Sure! If Meadowlark doesn’t mind using a two-inch-diameter ball, and a hoop that comes up to his waist, I’m game!”

  7. Alyson says:

    I know that feeling you described when you use your body to do something it does well in a strong physical way, what’s a bet Cai feels that good good catching his ball too…that must be why he has such a wide grin!

  8. lavenderbay says:

    That makes sense to me too, Alyson. Cai lives for playing ball. Occasionally on the field, I’ve rattled a treat bag to catch his attention, but when he arrives he refuses the proffered treat, asking me instead to throw the ball again. There’s a — a joy in him when he plays; he’s good at what he does, he feels it, but he’s never arrogant about it.
    And nothing is better than seeing a dog grin! It’s one of E.g.’s favourite things too (she’s just posted about it over at The Unwound Road) .

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