This AM, I took Whisky out for his morning piss.
I was up early, so I figured I'd throw his little soccer ball and make run a little before everyone else got up.
But the ball was at the end of my yard, I was barefoot, the grass was cold and wet, and I didn't want to step in dog poop anyway.
So I just pointed towards the ball and said «Ball! Go get the ball! Go!». Well I'll be damned... he didn't hesitate, ran to his ball and brought it to me.

I never knew he understood this word.
Whisky FTW.
I was up early, so I figured I'd throw his little soccer ball and make run a little before everyone else got up.
But the ball was at the end of my yard, I was barefoot, the grass was cold and wet, and I didn't want to step in dog poop anyway.
So I just pointed towards the ball and said «Ball! Go get the ball! Go!». Well I'll be damned... he didn't hesitate, ran to his ball and brought it to me.

I never knew he understood this word.
Whisky FTW.

