Posts Tagged ‘lacrosse ball’



October 17th, 2011 Posted 9:23 am

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.


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?


March 14th, 2010 Posted 8:51 am

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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