Hannah loved these soft, rubber, squeaky toys with long tails. She seemed to like the white ones best but sometimes we bought other colors. She went through a lot of them through the years.
She liked to chew on them to make them squeak, bounce them, and play tug with them. But two can only tug for long before getting bored and the game's over.
She'd been with us a few months when I thought this toy might be a good way to teach Hannah a new word. I tossed it into the air toward her and said, "Catch." It bounced off her muzzle onto the floor and she looked at me with a puzzled expression. She may even have thought, "Why are you throwing my toy at me?"
It takes time and some repetition to teach a new word or command, so I tossed and said "catch" again, with the same result. No matter that the toy was super soft and wouldn't hurt her, I didn't want to keep hitting her with it so we stopped.
I always thought dogs inherently knew how to catch but they don't. I suppose many dogs learn the command as puppies but Hannah hadn't.
A few days later I was eating popcorn and realized it could be the perfect way to teach "catch" because it was so lightweight and would also be appealing to Hannah. I called her to where I was, had her sit, and said "catch" as I tossed a piece of popcorn toward her. It landed on her muzzle -- and stayed there. I think her eyes crossed as she tried to see it. I lifted it off and gave it to her. I tossed again and the same thing happened, at least six or eight times. By that time, she was panting and waiting for me to give her a piece of popcorn to eat.
I suddenly realized that I should just try tossing the popcorn into her open mouth. If my aim were good enough and it landed in her mouth, I hoped she would get the idea of what the word meant even if she hadn't technically caught it. I missed a few times and she ate the popcorn when I handed it to her. Finally, once, the popcorn landed in her mouth. She looked surprised, and then I saw that she'd made the connection between the word "catch" and what it meant. Catching suddenly became a fun game.
From then on, if we had popcorn, Hannah believed that she should have popcorn, too. It was one of the few foods she begged for.
We always shared it with her. And if we bought fresh popcorn at the store, we were careful to save her some.
No matter how happy a memory is, it can be sad to recall it knowing there won't be any new memories. As always, I'm missing Hannah.
--Nancy.
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