One Year of Doug

Immediately after Chris and I adopted Doug, we took him to PetSmart.  For the first 30 minutes, he followed us around with a defeated look - head low, ears back, tail straight down.  Chris wondered if Doug would always be so boring. Then Doug saw a basket of tennis balls.

Doug's love for a ball is something you must observe to understand.  He will ignore all pain for a ball.  He will jump off a four foot porch for a ball.  He will try to crawl out a second floor window to retrieve a ball.  He will come to your house, disappear for three or four minutes, and then reappear with a ball in his mouth. He will play ball for six hours straight.  When a ball is out, Doug cannot relax.  Doug with a ball is the definition of obsessive compulsive behavior.  

Doug joined the Sias house one year ago.  In that time, I estimate that Chris and I have taken Doug to the park to play ball about twice a week.  I would estimate that each time he plays ball, he fetches and returns the ball at least 30 times.  That means that between Chris and I, we have thrown his ball over three thousand times during the past year, a very conservative estimate in my opinion.  

The life expectancy for a Jack Russell Terrier is 13 to 16 years, which means that Chris and I may very well play ball with Doug for another 11 to 14 years.  Over that time, we will likely throw Doug's ball 34,000 to 43,000 times.  I am happy to celebrate Doug's one year anniversary as a Sias, but thinking about the years to come makes my arm hurt.