We have two dogs: a four year old German Shepherd and her 6 month old son. Osa and Tevez. Osa means bear and she looked like a little one (Osita) when she became part of our life. Tevez is a more unorthodox name for a pet here in Argentine in that his namesake is a villa boy done good making his way to playing for Manchester United. Most people name their pets after animals (Osa, Zorro etc) or descriptive words (Morocho-dark, Flaco-skinny), usually not human names and never scrappy futbol players. Our Argentine friends give us weird looks when we tell them his name. While Tevez maybe be sweet and not so intellectual like his namesake, he does not have any of the ball aptitude of Carlito Tevez or for that matter his mother, Osa.
Osita is a compulsive retriever. She would do this all day if she could find some one to indulge her. I am pretty sure she likes chasing flying objects more than food, water and human companionship. If a ball is not available she will find a rock (any size rock will do, even potentially jaw breaking ones). She loves to have the rock thrown into the river or pond where she will expertly swim to the approximate location of the entry point of the object and dive (not unlike a bear diving for salmon) and retrieve a rock. I don’t know if she realizes it is usually not the same one. If balls and rocks are not available, sticks, also of any size (anywhere between 3 cm to 3 meters), will do. If we are somewhere she can’t find any of the above, dirt clogs, fruit off a tree or burrs will do. We are all pretty good at ignoring her despite her begging. Soon after scaring the shit out of any stranger that comes near the house with vicious and insistent barking, she realizes this is a perfect foil for her game. In desperation she has been know to present balls or rocks at the feet of the horses, apparently not realizing they are even stupider than she is.