08/23/2026
Lemme tell you a little story.
A couple weeks ago, Fable abruptly lost interest in practicing disc with me in the yard. She might do a catch or two, but then she would quit. She would mope and mosey and act generally miserable every time.
I couldn't figure it out. She was still driven on disc league nights, but totally disengaged at home. At first, I thought she was just distracted, because she'd chased too many bunnies over there recently. A bunny is much more exciting than a frisbee, after all. Then I thought she was scared of something we couldn't see or hear, but I hadn't a clue what it could be. I walked the whole yard and found a big thistle hiding in the grass. I thought maybe she'd stepped on that and didn't want to risk it again, but treating and removing that still didn't work.
So, Aaron and I took Fable and Haven out to the yard just now and did a bunch of experiments.
We tried:
- Changing locations and throwing in a different part of the yard and that didn't make a difference.
- Throwing for her and Haven at the same time to see if a little competition would help and her reaction was lukewarm.
- Holding her back while just throwing for Haven and she couldn't have cared less.
Then we tried throwing her an array of frisbees of different sizes, colors, and textures... And she lit up!
There it is. Duh! I had switched discs, without even thinking.
Because the ones we typically use for disc league practically live in the car this time of year, I had started using a different disc that happened to be on hand one time when Aaron was at work and our usual discs were still in the car. It was roughly the same color and size as her usual ones, but heavier and harder.
Turns out Fable did NOT like this disc. That was all. No injury, no distractions, nothing scary at all... She was just trying to tell me something.
It's truly remarkable that dogs find ways to communicate with us dense, slow, stupid humans who don't speak their language.
Good girl, Fable. π©΅ Sorry it took me so long to figure it out, buddy.