Miles got ahold of one of the tennis balls in the checkout line at the feed store this afternoon. Being the dog who never forgets, Miles has vivid memories recalling marathon games of fetch with the chuck-it from his younger days. Today something SNAPPED in his herding dog brain right there in the aisle at the feed store. Miles got down into his crouch and gave that ball the Border Collie Stare.
I rolled it to him with my foot, and he stopped it instantly with a front paw. Then he rolled it back to me with his nose, and I kicked it back to him across the floor. He stopped it again. Never ever taking his eye of the ball, he would have entertained the staff all afternoon if I hadn't told him we couldn't take it home because Mahzi the lab eats tennis balls. Miles heaved a big sigh, and with a last longing and wistful glance at the yellow sphere we put our feed into the truck and headed back to the ranch. Oh, the sacrifices we make for family.
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