I was walking loops around Memorial Park today – the air was crisp and cool with all the feeling of a Fall day, with temps hovering in the mid-50s in this second week of June. While the sun worshippers stew, still others like me, are enjoying the refreshing cooler air, just perfect for walking or any outside sport. I know I racked up 2 ½ miles and felt cool as a cucumber when I got home. While walking the perimeters of both sections of Memorial Park, I watched in delight while a man and his golden retriever played in the park. The man unleashed his dog when he got to the park and the dog galloped around like a new foal’s first time in the paddock. I saw the man clutching a Frisbee in his other hand and he did not throw it right away. The dog, impatient with his master for taking so long to get going, nudged the Frisbee first, then put his nose near the man’s well-worn pants pocket, then finally sat down next to his master. The man was graying at the temples and similarly the golden retriever had a few silver streaks on his forehead and muzzle. They stood there companionably, a long-time master/dog combo to be sure, and I suspect this game of delaying of the Frisbee fun was a regular ritual. The dog gave a little bark and the man said “let’s go” and a second later a bright red Frisbee was sailing through the air. I watched this game of catch for about ten minutes. The golden was doing the job he is best suited for – searching and retrieving. Time after time he laid the Frisbee at his master’s feet. The dog was rewarded with an occasional Milk Bone treat from a stash in the man’s pocket; the man in turn, was rewarded with alot of wagging from a feathery tail and a short, somewhat impatient bark. Do you think dogs smile? You betcha! This dog was grinning ear-to-ear, tongue lolling and ears flying in the wind, just delighting in this game. Heck, it made me smile just watching him. The Frisbee was airborne again … going, going … gone.
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