I guess she told you

Tonight Husband came out with me to see Smoke’s improved flying disc skills. He hadn't seen Smoke do anything with a disc since we met him that first night (has it been two weeks already?). I think he was impressed to see Smoke actually catch it, despite the difficult lighting (it was dark and we have horrid lights in the yard). He was having fun tossing it for the dog but we kept having to move Payton the Wonder Whippet out of the line of fire. Usually she does her own thing out there, and, quite frankly, I thought she was having a canine dementia moment. I mean, she IS 11. Plus, she’s got a bad leg thanks to a spinal stroke (look up FCE sometime). So, you know, maybe she just didn't feel like moving out of the way.

And then she ran down Smoke’s Frisbee.

EVERYONE was stunned, including Smoke. Now, Payton didn't catch it; she's never been one to do that. But since Smoke is apparently a wee bit afraid of Payton (good call), he pulled off and let the disc drop. She forgot that one leg doesn't quite work right and I guess adrenaline kicked in because she FLEW and snagged that disc. Then she slowly walked off with her prize, because bringing stuff back is totally beneath her.

Smoke just stood there looking stupid so I went and got him another disc. Then I took the disc back from Payton, because she was just working on destroying it, and I tossed it for her a few times. She ran after it and had fun, until she didn't and then we called it a day.

Interestingly enough, Smoke wouldn't go after any disc that neared the part of the yard where Payton and I were playing. I don't know how she inspires this sort of respect from male dogs but I wish she could loan some of it to me!

I don't know what all the fuss is about.