My summer adventure to Milang bobbing for My Rogz Grin ball and chasing pelicans.

Bobbing for Grin Balls and Outrunning Pelicans: A Summer for the Ages

Ah, summer. That magical time when the air smells a little sweeter, the sun kisses your fur (or skin, if you're a hooman), and adventures practically leap out at you like a sneaky tail tug. This summer, I brought my A-game to Milang, a dreamland where the water sparkled, the pelicans strutted, and my trusty Rogz Grin ball was the star of the show.

The Call of the Grin Ball

Let me tell you, hoomans, the Rogz Grin ball isn’t just a toy. It’s life, it's love, it’s the ultimate sidekick for a Rottweiler with a taste for summer escapades. Its vibrant grin had me hypnotised from the moment my hooman tossed it into the water. But water can be tricky—it moves, it splashes, and it somehow always manages to taste like salt and mystery. Still, I was up for the challenge.

There I was, poised at the edge of glorious Lake Alexandrina, my muscles tense, my nose sniffing out victory. My ball floated out of reach like a smug little buoy. The hooman was yelling something—probably, “Thor, you're amazing!” at least that’s how I heard it. With a mighty leap, I hit the water, teeth first, determined to triumph over the waves and rescue my grinning companion.

Pelicans: The Feathered Frenemies

Just when I thought I’d put on the performance of a lifetime (grin ball bobbed, chase successful, applause deserved), some feathered interlopers decided to crash the party. Pelicans. Big, flappy, and with a stare so smug it could rival my own after winning "fetch" for the tenth time in a row. These birds weren’t just minding their own business—they were taunting me.

It began innocently enough. They floated by, giving me side-eye glances, probably jealous of my impressive bobbing skills. Then, without warning, one flapped its wings and took off, soaring low across the water like a feathery speedboat, daring me to chase it. And chase I did. I surged forward, my paws slapping the water and my tail slicing through the air. I yipped, barked, and sprinted till my nose almost touched its tail feathers… but it tricked me—swooping up at the last second while I skidded to a soggy stop. Classic bird move.

The Thrill of the Adventure

Even though the pelicans got the better of me this time (just wait till next summer, pals), I couldn’t help but wag my tail all the way back to shore. I'd navigated the world of open waters, tackled waves, and engaged in an interspecies showdown. What more could a dog ask for?

I brought my Grin ball back to my hooman, now properly slobbered and gloriously chewed. I stood proudly as they dried me off with a towel that smelled faintly of sunshine and wet grass. There’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of a job well done, especially when said job involves being a hero to your favourite toy.

What This Taught Me (and Maybe You, Too)

Adventures, like summer days, don’t last forever. But it’s those moments of sheer joy—the splash of cold water, the ball in your jaw, and the collective effort of outrunning pelicans—that leave lasting paw prints on your heart. Whether you’re a dog or a hooman, life’s better when you dive in nose first and chase after whatever makes your tail wag. And if you’ve got feathered foes as part of the journey? All the better.

So, grab that ball (no matter what it looks like for you), face those waves, and don’t let anyone—not even a pelican—stand in your way!

Until the next tail-wagging escapade,

Thor (The Grin Ball Champion Extraordinaire)