@elizabeda777 One time my small but mighty Aussie slipped the surly bonds of Earth (her leash) while climbing from the car at our corner park. In the distance she saw it — her
FAVE THING IN THE WORLD —
A TENNIS BALL! FLYING THROUGH THE AIR!!!
Off she sped like a meteor streaking toward the courts. The tennis ball hit with a solid
THUNK! in the center of a player’s racquet, & bounced back above the net in a high perfect arc. In the same instant,
Ms Aussie leapt from the pavement in a twin skyward arc of her own, her flawless geometry bisecting the ball’s orbit, & plucked it from the air.
The second player stood, dumbfounded, his empty racquet outstretched — catching nothing.
Tennis Interruptus.
The two players stared as the whoosh of victorious fur sailed past their faces, touched down on the court, & vanished beyond the fence, ball in mouth.
I frantically chased after her, but the ball was sopping wet. So I scrambled to gather a few other balls abandoned in the grass & offered these to the players as a token of apology. They were not amused.
But to this day, when I grow weary of training a reactive dog, I’ll remember Ms Aussie committing her tennis ball crime … & I’ll relish that pure exuberance.
![Tennis :tennis: 🎾](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f3be.png)