She could pole vault with that stick

Zasu was wound for sound today, just full of energy.

At one point, Carrie was laying in the floor and Zasu would run out of the room, run back in the room, and dive at Carrie's head. It was awesome.

We took her outside to blow the stink off.

Zasu has a tennis ball and a stick. Well, according to Carrie it's more of a branch and would make a fine walking stick for me if I should ever decide to traverse the Andies. But anyway, we were playing with both.

I'm holding the stick. Zasu has the ball in her mouth. And she's LEAPING at me trying to get the stick. I'm like, "Dog, what are you doing? You can't get both in your mouth, doofus."

So we worked out a game. Carrie or I would throw the ball. Zasu would fetch it. When she dropped the ball, we'd throw the stick. Once Zasu got the hang of the game (mostly dropping the ball...she doesn't like to give it up), she had a blast. The stick is her favorite and she'd get really aggressive when it was time to throw it, barking and jumping. I'd make her lay down and then throw it. I'd tell her, "okay, fetch it up" and she'd go about three feet and lay down again. I had to convince the dog to get her stick. Goober.

The game officially ended for me when Zasu put the ball in the water bowl. When she took it out, it wasn't just dripping; it was streaming. I draw the line at slimey tennis balls.

Aside from a slight injury on her part (she ran right into the stick as it bounced and skinned a little spot on her muzzle), Zasu had a good time.

I'm thinking she might sleep good tonight.