On a Mission

We were playing fetch, me and Bernie, when the DNA results came in, at least I think that’s what happened. Bernie threw a tennis ball way down Mesquite Road and I took off after it. I heard Iggy – back inside now at his window – going yip-yip-yip. The ball was still bouncing when I snared it and then wheeled around and raced back, dropping it at Bernie’s feet. But he was distracted, as humans often are, talking on the cellphone.

Soon we hopped in the car and headed for Addie’s place. She had an apartment downtown, near the college. I love the college kids, have I mentioned that already? They’ve always got time for fun. I snatched a Frisbee right out of midair as I got out of the car. Hadn’t had quite enough fetch, that was the problem.

“Hey, mister, do you think you could get your dog to, uh …”



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4 Responses to “On a Mission”

  1. Melanie
    4:15 am on November 7th, 2009

    I agree, Chet, sometimes there just isn't enough fetch!

  2. Diane Brodson
    5:21 am on November 7th, 2009

    Sometimes you have to make your own fun!

    Members of your tribe are good at that Chet!

  3. Rebecca Rice
    6:08 pm on November 7th, 2009

    Yep. Wojo took himself for a walk this afternoon when one of my kids left both garage doors open. (I was asleep at the wheel, so to speak, in front of my computer.) I don't know precisely how long he was out that way, but I think it was at least twenty minutes before I realized that all of my kids had come in– and Wojo hadn't. I called for him once, a few steps from my front door, envisioning hours of painful, fruitless searching and calling and driving around with the car windows open. He came bounding back home from across the street just a couple of doors down– there's a cute dachshund that lives there. He was so pleased to come home, almost as pleased as I was.

    I gave him a hot dog cut up into his regular dinner for a treat.

  4. Ivy
    1:02 am on November 8th, 2009

    Wow, Rebecca. Glad Wojo came home quickly. Abby had gone on several ventures before we decided on the fence wire. She respects it, so we leave her prong covers on. She doesn't know it…she never leaves her perimeter.

    I have a cloth Frisbee for Abby, but she isn't into fetch. However, she'll chase after her favorite stuffed animals (plural…she has many favorites). The most favorite is the hedgehog with the nose job…been bitten off and sewed up countless times.

    I wonder if Chet likes stuffed toys. Hmmm?


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