So after Lucy destroyed her first frisbee, I went to the pest store, I mean the pet store, and got her a doggie frisbee. Key word on the package: durable. And for $15, it better be.
This frisbee has a hole in the middle, and when Lucy grabs it a certain way, it lays over her head, making her look like a parade-goer in a Jamaican street festival; or the kid who got stuck playing a flower in the school play.
And she still tries to catch it with her front feet.
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