My little red dachsie, Moxie, was so addicted to chasing the laser pointer that Fartbuster and I started calling it her “red buddy.” Eventually, just hearing that phrase could trigger her into a tail-wagging frenzy. So we started calling it the “Amigo Rojo” and damn if that dog didn’t learn Spanish. We tried “R.B.” or “Ami Rouge” but she always figured it out.
Bless her sweet heart. I miss that dog. Moxie, that is. Not the Buster.
Well, I’m chasing a red dot of my own today and it has occupied all of my mental energy. I hope it will lead to some good stories down the road.
Please send your goodest vibes your Baddest Mother’s way!
Go catch that dot! (cheering you on…..) Can’t wait to hear the stories.
Doesn’t that image of the red laser pointer sum up so much about adult life? Just chasing the dot, chasing the dot…
Go! Go! (We had a dog who was trilingual.. English, Arabic, and French)
hahahaha! I’ve heard of attack dogs that are trained with commands in other languages so that their trigger words aren’t accidentally spoken by someone else. I’m imagining what role a dog would play that would require commands in French…
You catch that red dot chica! You can do it!
I just hope I catch THE RIGHT red dot!
Good vibes heading your way, belatedly!
Thank you! I am now on to step two of chasing the red light!