A Ball Hath Charms...
Nov. 11th, 2010 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoutfellowMy normal dog-walking route circles the block immediately to the south of my house. One of the families along the way has a dog named Sweetie. As you might guess, Sweetie is an enormous mastiff-looking animal, and he reacts furiously to the passage of any other dog. He is restrained by an electronic fence, for which I am grateful. (I can't blame him; he's a dog on his turf, and of course he's going to take exception to any potential threat. Still, he's very large....)
Today, as we passed Sweetie's yard (I don't know the names of his people), he came bounding down the slope, growling angrily. He stopped well shy of the fence, of course. However, the ball he had been playing with, and which he evidently had not dropped until after the start of his charge, took no notice of the fence, bouncing out into the street, rolling almost to my feet.
I picked the ball up and tossed it back to him. (What would you have done?) He stopped growling and began nosing the ball; we went on our way. When I glanced back, he had come partway back up the slope and was gazing after us, holding the ball.
There's no particular point to this story.
Today, as we passed Sweetie's yard (I don't know the names of his people), he came bounding down the slope, growling angrily. He stopped well shy of the fence, of course. However, the ball he had been playing with, and which he evidently had not dropped until after the start of his charge, took no notice of the fence, bouncing out into the street, rolling almost to my feet.
I picked the ball up and tossed it back to him. (What would you have done?) He stopped growling and began nosing the ball; we went on our way. When I glanced back, he had come partway back up the slope and was gazing after us, holding the ball.
There's no particular point to this story.
