She watched me, wagging her tail in anticipation. Swiftly she spun around as my arm flew forward. At the command, “Get it, Girl,” she shot forward like a bolt, chasing her ball.
The ball never left my hand.
Finding no ball, she returned. She looked up at me. Then the ball, and turned her body slightly waiting for me to throw it for real this time.
My arm swung forward sending the old tennis ball through the air. “Get it, Girl!”
Quick and sharp, her eyes caught the trail of the ball as it flew high over the field. She shot forward, following that trail. She ran so fast and at that moment, the world stopped for her. The only thing that mattered in that instant was the pursuit of that ball.
With ball held firm in her mouth, she came running back to me. Then up on her hind legs, she gave me back the ball to throw it once more.
“Get it, Girl!”
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[photo is AI generated]