Tonight while tossing the ball to Maggi, I tossed it out on the street. The ball hit the far curb and bounced back just as Maggi put her head down to get it. She missed the ball but hit her head into the concrete curb at full speed. All we heard was a sickening loud crack as her head hit the concrete. I thought she was dead for a second.
She shook her head, grabbed her tennis ball and came right back. I tried to see if she was okay and she tossed her tennis ball at me (she is the only dog that I know that can accurately toss a ball) and was quite adamant that we continue playing. The only thing changed was that she slowed down her approach to the tennis ball. Obviously not having a brain does have some advantages.
This isn’t the first time that she has gone after a ball or Frisbee at her own peril. On our first walk years ago she leaped over a merry-go-round to get her Frisbee. She also jumped over Lee’s Chrysler Sebring to get a stick. She has also gone into the fence occasionally to get a Frisbee. Each time she has gone over the obstruction or braced as she went to get it. Today was totally out of control and she never let up a bit. She is one tough dog.