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By Vince Basehart

It is a truism: people are like their dogs.

On a recent afternoon at Santa Monica’s dog-friendly Joslyn Park, The Lens spied a young woman simultaneously listening to an I-pod, yelling into a cell phone and text messaging with another gizmo. Sympathetically, a wiry little terrier spun in circles at her feet, barking madly at the air.

At the other side of the green expanse stood a man built like a gymnast. He was blonde, with a military bearing and those single-paned, wrap-around sunglasses men on serious missions wear. Beside him crouched a similarly compact and muscled Australian shepherd. Both seemed to vibrate with intensity.

The gymnast hurled a Frisbee out in front of him. A moment later, as the disc began its downward arc, the dog bolted as if it had been spanked, kicking up turf as it ran. Leaping higher than the man’s shoulder, the shepherd snatched the disc out of the air. If the Westminster Kennel Club had a Jock Group, this pup would sweep the category.

When 32-year-old entrepreneur and South Africa native Roger Carrabis is not designing computer programs for architects, he can be found tossing the Frisbee to Max. But their version of “fetch” is like an Acapulco cliff diver’s idea of “taking a dip.”

How many dogs do you know that regularly jump a full seven feet to catch a Frisbee in mid-air, all while flipping and barrel rolling like a Blue Angel?

Considering Max stands about two feet at the shoulder, that’s like a 5-foot 9-inch person jumping 10 feet or more.

While earning a Masters degree at MIT, Carrabis enjoyed playing Frisbee with his friends between classes and was soon involved in Ultimate Frisbee, a human-only sport that elevates the game into a highly athletic art form.

But, when he came to own and fall in love with Max, it was only natural to want to include him in the fun and games.

Max, a herder by nature, quickly demonstrated an outstanding ability to track the famous flying Whammo product on its long journey and nab it. It was clear to Carrabis that Max was better than other dogs.

“Within four months Max was leaping four feet high and catching the disc cleanly.”

The greatest challenge for the canine prodigy was to not eat what he caught.

“He probably went through a dozen Frisbees before I could break him of the habit,” Carrabis explains. “And I don’t buy the cheap ones.”

The duo started practicing, and when they moved to Santa Monica, entered the realm of serious competition. Currently, they compete in about 10 tournaments a year throughout Southern California, averaging two 1st place rankings a year.

Carrabis talks about the gray mottled, blue and brown-eyed superhund like a corner man talks about a welterweight. “Right now Max is in the sweet spot” he says, referring to the relatively short time span a dog has between becoming proficient in the sport, and old enough to risk injury.

In one format, Freestyle, Carrabis creates a 90 second routine set to music demonstrating Max’s awesome abilities to flip, spin, stand on his hind legs, and even vault off of Carrabis’ chest for sky-high maneuvers. Max’s music of choice? “Gun N Roses.”

Max is a serious dog. He panted politely while his master answered questions, but made it clear I was interrupting his training. I shook his master’s hand and bid them adieu. Max trotted away, stopped, returned, gave my hand a lick, and then dashed after the Frisbee which was already airborne.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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