Poppy the Dense

We took Poppy over to Porti this evening since she was due for a good run. A good run she had and then on one of her trips into the sea to retrieve her ball she simply stopped.

The ball started drifting off behind her and despite a reasonable amount of yelling at her she just stood, bum being lifted by the waves, and stared at us. It seems her brain had switched off and I think the only thing that might have persuaded her to move was us hiding behind a wall so she would freak thinking we'd disappeared or, something that will be done in future, a second ball to entice her out.

As it was a very pleasant chap with his Ridgeback and Westie stopped by for a natter and he insisted on making his way out along the break to persuade her in.

In she came and she's no crashed out on the sofa - a wise dog indeed