
My name is Basil.
Basil the poodle.
And I am obsessed with fetch.
I could play it for hours and hours. I will fetch pretty much anything – tennis balls, soft squishy toys, sticks, the family cat, anything!
I don’t know if it’s something that’s been ingrained in me since I was a puppy, or if it’s just something I am really good at. But fetch is my thing. I am pretty sure all my doggo friends from the dog park would say that I am their #goals when it comes to fetch skills.
But there is one problem. My humans get over throwing the ball for me.
I would constantly drop things by their feet in the hope that they would make my little doggie dreams come true, but time and time again I would be told “that’s enough, Basil”.
