My dogs love frisbees. LOVE them. The problem, though, is that these plastic discs last about two seconds around my house. They can only hold up so long against the catching, chomping, chewing, crunching and tugging done to them by my canines. Until I go shopping again, they are an endangered commodity.
Somehow, Rufus found an almost completely intact specimen today. This is like finding the Holy Grail–it’s rumored to exist, but no one knows where to find it. Where it was discovered, I’ll never know. Perhaps it was one of Grimm’s secretly hidden discs. He has a few caches of favorite things around the yard; problem is, he forgets where he places these items. My guess is that Rufus just happened to stumble upon one of these treasures.
Rufus started to munch on the frisbee, savoring the subtle flavors of the plastic and further mangling its rim. Of course, his crunching sounds of contentment soon attracted the attention of the current frisbee king at my house–Grimm.
Grimm: What’s this? What you got there, Rufus?
Rufus: Nothing, I don’t have anything. Just chewing on a stick.
Grimm: Oh, no. I know what chewing on a stick sounds like. You’ve got a frisbee, don’t you? Is that one of MY frisbees?
Rufus: It’s mine! I found it all by myself. Just go away and leave me alone.
Of course, now that a frisbee was involved, Grimm had no intention of just walking away. Where frisbees are concerned, Grimm is like a crack addict. He would definitely end up as a destitute frisbee whore turning tricks on a corner if I didn’t keep him regularly supplied. Since stock was running low, Grimm was getting a little edgy about his next fix. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so Grimm decided to just steal the disc from Rufus.
Grimm took the frisbee and ran. The adrenaline sparked by his theft coursed through his veins, providing extra speed. Rufus’ short legs would never be able to catch him and both dogs knew it.
Rufus was devastated. He was so mad at Grimm–Grimm was the one who introduced him to the awesomeness of frisbees to begin with! He felt betrayed, humiliated, and downright angry.
Zella tried her best to console Rufus. After all, she knew what he was going through. Many a beloved disc had been run into the ground, sometimes very savagely, by Grimm. She comforted Rufus as best as she could.
They both looked over to where Grimm stood, smugly crunching on the stolen frisbee. Enough was enough. They decided then and there it was time to de-throne the self-proclaimed Frisbee King. Rufus started work on a plan to win back his disc.
Hiding behind some sticks (not his best camouflage, I know, but Grimm was paying more attention to his contraband anyways), Rufus observed his opponent in order to find an area of weakness. Unable to find any, he proceeded to his backup strategy: act like a crazy, rabid dog and just flat out attack Grimm.
His daring move caused Grimm to momentarily drop the stolen disc. Rufus jumped and growled and brought forth his best impersonation of an ogre in order to try and gain possession of the frisbee. Grimm, though, was up for the challenge.
Both dogs proceeded to try to overcome the other. The epic battle for the frisbee began. Seriously, folks, dogs the world over will be woofing about this battle for decades to come. Grimm eventually got too hot to continue warring with Rufus. No way was Rufus calling a time-out for Grimm to cool off–it was either stay and fight and get heat stroke, or just give up the frisbee already. Grimm decided to go take a swim in the water trough instead.
Rufus claimed his prize–the shabby, worn piece of plastic. He went back to his chewing spot and commenced the whittling of the disc. Grimm, impressed by the littler dog’s courage and fortitude, let him be. Rufus became the Frisbee King, for today at least. I better stock up on more discs, and soon, before more havoc strikes my canine kingdom (or Grimm starts showing up on street corners jonesing for a frisbee fix). Maybe it’s time for an intervention. Anyone know of any good canine frisbee rehabs?
Grimm's Furry Tail 