[Mango's Dad]

My most favorite Doberman, Dio, would head straight to the wall where his frisbee hung from a hook about 4' off the floor when he knew he was heading for a walk to the park. Up onto his hind legs and a quick tap with his paw and the frisbee would just fly off the wall and he would catch it like a pro. Only a 4 block walk to the park, but the whole way that frisbee was in his teeth, always in the same upside down tilted up position just off to the side of one eye or another. When we reached the park he would quick step one or two paces ahead of me and turn to face me, set the frisbee down and start to shiver with anticipation.

Another time Dio wanted a bowling ball when he was only 5 or 6 months old, when he successfully managed to get his teeth into the finger holes just right and lifted the ball off the ground, his back legs came up as far as the bowling ball did just like a see saw. He never gave up playing with it the whole time he was near it. By the time I was leaving, he had developed his own game of fetch by learning how to throw the bowling ball with his fore-legs, by scooping it out thru his hind legs like the center of a football team. Then he would turn and chase it down, barking at it.