Humans are strange creatures. My Mam’s always clicking away with her camera, or reading a book about some troubles or other, and dad, well I’ve been trying to teach him how to play with a ball, but he doesn’t get it. I’ve been working with him indoors, making the balls make the squeakiest sounds, hunting it, kicking it and tossing it around, but always going after it. Then I’ll hand him the ball, and what do you think he does?
He throws it away and then I have to go fetch it, because he doesn’t go after it. Lately we’ve been doing it outside as well, and I had to bring Mam to document this.
See? This is how you play with a ball.
I’ve fetched the ball for him, handed it over.
Aaaaand he tossed it.
He ought to be grateful I was born to run, because if I were a dachs I’d probably have told him off by now. Question for the four-legged or feathered out there – What strange things do your humans do?