This morning I was playing with Flash as I was getting dressed. I sent him out to find his Wubba toy and he dutifully came back with it. I threw it a few times and he brought it back, even giving it to me without too much tugging.
Then I threw it into the kitchen instead of the dining room where he was waiting, but he apparently didn't see where it went. He came back and gave me a questioning look: Where's my wubba? I got down next to him and aimed my hand just like we do for Go-Go's. Dang if it didn't work. He looked, saw it and went straight for it. Good boy!
I love it when a plan comes together.
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