Frisbee Folly

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

The yellow disc soared, wobbling across the sky, taunting me as I sat patiently next to the park bench. Josh's mumbling filled my ears, but my focus remained on the yellow disc. Every time the disc flew above the grass, I received a pleasant whiff of excitement. I held my nose high in the air, catching all of the scents as they drifted by.

I glanced up at Josh. His phone was pressed against his head. He was always distracted; he never paid attention. My eyes dropped to his left hand, noting the dangling leash around his wrist.

Turning back to the yellow disc, I watched carefully. Toes tapping, tail swishing, heart racing. I squirmed and whined in place.

Then it happened.

The yellow disc! It was coming right to me!

A shot of adrenaline launched me through the air and I was free. My leash trailed behind me as I sprinted and took one giant leap. The yellow disc landed perfectly in my mouth.

"Gunner!"

"Hey!"

"That's our frisbee!"

I trotted away, a triumphant gait, ignoring my name. I held the coveted prize between my teeth, my tail wagging, and my heart happy.