Chet The Dog

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Fetch

I ran right over and dug up my lacrosse ball. You don’t see lacrosse balls that often, but they’re fine bouncers and chewing on them makes your teeth feel great.

I dropped the lacrosse ball at Bernie’s feet. At first he didn’t seem to see it; his eyes were all cloudy. I picked up the ball and dropped it at his feet again. His eyes cleared.

“Wanna play a little fetch?” he said.

Exactly.

Bernie picked up the ball, reared back and fired it up Mesquite Road. Bernie pitched for Army until his arm blew out, if I haven’t mentioned that already, but he still has a great arm, if you’re asking me. The ball soared away, finally touching down and making a bunch of those huge lacrosse ball bounces. It was still bouncing when I snatched it out of the air with one quick head lunge, wheeled around – my claws actually ripping into the pavement! – and tore off, back to Bernie, airborne almost the whole time. I dropped it at his feet.

“That was quick,” Bernie said.

We did it again. And again. And once more. And a few more times after that. And again. And once more. And a few more –

“Chet! My arm’s falling off.”

Uh-oh. Didn’t want to see that. We went into the house and drank some water, me from my bowl, Bernie from the tap.

From To Fetch A Thief.

Welcome Chancey, Mattie Faye, Friendly Dude, Indie (and pal), Spider (Scout’s friend).

Free Iggy?

Iggy’s in his window, watching. I’m out front of our place, playing fetch with Bernie. The lacrosse ball – I love it’s crazy bounce! Bernie pauses, armed cocked. He’s looking at Iggy.

“I’m a little worried about him, Chet,” he says. “So are some other people. Did you know there’s a Free Iggy movement?”

Not only don’t I know that, I also don’t have a clue what it means. Just throw the ball, Bernie!

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