I tried capturing a shot of Wiley while he was in the air, but he was getting tired by the time I brought out the camera and would only get on his hind legs. This shot is probably my favorite of the pack, but I’m still looking through the 70+ I took.
The dog is insane. He can’t sit still for more than a few minutes. He was neutered and on puppy Prozac to curb his excitement, but both had little effect. And so we had to find some kind of outlet for him to get rid of his limitless energy. Normally, my mother takes him running with her on her daily jogs, but sometimes she just can’t handle him tugging her towards speeding cars. We needed something we could do at home in the backyard where Wiley wouldn’t have the option of running in the road. Enter the frisbee.
Frisbees float when thrown, so Wiley uses more energy leaping at them from all angles with a surprising accuracy. His focus becomes sharpened to a primitive point, ignoring everything but the neon goodness of the plastic disc inches from his nose. Not to mention, he does all this going uphill.
Wiley goes through frisbees like Jaws does swimmers. He also hasn’t quite figured out the release aspect of the whole catch and release. There are two in the image because we use the second one, to lure him into dropping the one currently clenched between his teeth. Otherwise, we’d spend an hour playing tug-o-war with a slippery frisbee.
You can see the other snapshots at my flickr photostream.
June 14, 2009, 7:42pm
