Kyndall isn’t the easiest puppy to exercise. She’s not a Ball Brain, as Steve and I refer to those dogs who are orb-chasing addicts, such as Brando, our third CCI puppy (and only graduate so far). You can exercise a Ball-Brained dog any time, any place, say, while watching television or hanging out in the back yard. You throw the ball, the dog chases it, and you do it again — 5 times or 5000. True Ball Brains never get enough.
Some puppies love to swim so much they jump in the pool and cruise around for hours, even by themselves — great exercise. But Kyndall has no interest in that, either. So we’re left with few options. We take her for walks, though probably not enough of them. CCI says we’re not supposed to patronize dog parks. Group gatherings are limited to the rare CCI puppy party.
I got an email the other day from a veteran puppy-raiser who has long organized play sessions on one of the playing fields at MiraCosta College up in Oceanside. She typically does this on days when the graduation (and turn-in) ceremonies are taking place — in the morning before they begin. I wasn’t sure if Kyndall and I would be able to make it to the session that Chris was organizing this morning. But at the last minute, my deck was clear enough to slip up there.
I enjoyed a mellow 45 minutes chatting with some of the other puppy raisers. And Kyndall got a taste of paradise — the huge grassy expanse to run around in with a dozen or more pals. Here’s a glimpse of what it looked like. (It’s hard to tell, but Kyndall is the cinnamon-colored one who spends some time on her back getting beat up.):
Mostly she ran and ran and socialized and played Keep Away with a cool orange toy that someone brought. By the end, she was flaked out under a bench. I think she’s a little out of shape. Probably because she doesn’t get enough exercise.