I witnessed the funniest scene in the park with a Golden Labradoodle and his middle-aged master who were casually playing catch, until….
the ball went flying downhill at the speed of light, the Doodle in hot pursuit going faster and faster till the dog just disappeared.
The owner started whistling for him, calling his name.
Everyone who saw this, stopped to help. “Lucky, Lucky,” but Lucky seemed gone, headed for the next town.
After the longest five minutes, ever, who comes trottin’ back on the same path proudly with his ball, as though he caught a pitch that didn’t quite make it over the stadium wall.
A young guy said to Lucky’s owner, “Boy, he’s an athlete your dog, like an outfielder, for the Yanks.”