Chuck, Chase, Catch & Chew

One of my all time favourite games is the Chuck, Chase, Catch & Chew game I play with Dad. This is such a spiffing game I don’t know why more dogs don’t take the time to teach it to their owners. It’s great exercise at the same time as being both mentally and physically stimulating. For me anyway. I love it to bits as you might have gathered!

In my case, Mum divides up my daily allowance of dry dog biscuit first thing in the morning. About one third is set aside for my breakfast, lunch and dinner. The rest is used throughout the day for our Chuck, Chase, Catch & Chew sessions.

In short, as Dad and I wander around our garden as we do several times a day, Dad will throw – or Chuck – a biscuit as far as he can and I have to, well, Chase, Catch & Chew it.

It’s important to get those individual elements in the correct order by the way. Apart from anything else, it’s very difficult to Chase, Catch & Chew something if it hasn’t been Chucked in the first place. Trust me. I learned that the hard way. There’s nothing worse than me legging it down the garden, mouth agape and tongue hanging out like I’m being chased by a herd of angry, blood thirsty, salivating, dog eating tigers, only to turn around and find that Dad’s been teasing me all the time and still has the biscuit in his grubby little paw. Grrr!

Anyway, there’s the game, and what a fantabulous game it is. It gives me extra physical exercise and mental stimulation in addition to my regular daily walks. I also get to use all my senses, finely honed over centuries of canine evolution – my sight to follow the trajectory and distance of travel of the biscuit, my hearing to further gauge roughly where the biscuit has landed, my sense of smell to root it out if it has landed in the long grass, and finally, and this is the best bit, my taste buds which get a right royal work out as I munch on my lunch so to speak. Give it a try. I bet you’ll like it just as much as I do!

Marco

I am a large, friendly, affectionate and, even though I say so myself, fabulously handsome 3 year old German Shepherd Dog whose mother, Lexi, is one of the few German Shepherds in the UK to have qualified to become a Therapy Dog (PAT dog).