Yesterday afternoon Second Child and I spent some time playing soccer in the yard with Crispin. He has two soccer balls, a fat round one that rolls nicely so he can chase it and bring it back, and a partially deflated one that’s easy for him to carry and that throws sort of like a lead weight. Both of these activities are known to him not as “fetch” or “playing ball,” but simply as “soccer.” We say, “Hey, Crispin–soccer!” and he runs for the ball.
Airedales are natural soccer players. Here, for instance, is Dinah on her first day in our home, working on her game strategy:
So the radio’s on in the kitchen this afternoon, tuned to NPR’s Fresh Air, on which host Teri Gross and her guest are discussing over-involved soccer parents. The dialog on the show is going mostly: “so, soccer blah blah blah soccer soccer blah di blah di blah soccer and then soccer . . .” And doesn’t Crispin run to the mud room, fetch the better inflated of the two soccer balls, bring it back to the kitchen, and set it down in front of the radio.
Coincidence? I think not!
Letterman, look out!
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April 21, 2009 at 8:44 am
sandi
This is a wonderful story! That Crispin is a genius. Who knew he paid attention to Teri Gross???
April 21, 2009 at 9:56 am
Gail
Proof positive that our smart dogs actually understand words, not just the tone! We used to name Holly’s toys, and she knew which one we asked her to get. DOGS RULE!!!
April 21, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Soccer
May be cristin saw the need to be physically involve in the game, u didn’t see that.