Thursday, January 17, 2019

FRISBEE DOG

Yesterday I was walking in the early morning fog
When I stopped at the edge of a field to watch a man and his Frisbee dog.

The man would throw his Frisbee east, west, north or south
the dog would chase it, jump up in the air and catch it in his mouth.

Next that dog would trot that Frisbee back and lay it at the man’s feet
The man would pick it up…toss it again…and this scenario would repeat.

After each chase the dog would wait as excitedly as he did the chase before 
and I couldn’t tell by looking at their faces which one enjoyed it more…

I noticed the more I stood there watching them…seeing how that Frisbee flew
seeing how that dog would jump…I was smiling too.

I watched until they finished…until the final chase was done
and marveled at how dog and man were having so much fun.

My thoughts drifted back to our dog- he couldn’t catch a Frisbee at all
but he would act just like that Frisbee dog when we threw a tennis ball.

And I remembered when we played fetch…how I loved to watch him run
how just like this man and his Frisbee dog…we too had so much fun.

Our pets will pass away too soon…before us…this is true
and now I wonder if there isn’t an explanation…a rationale for why they do…

To remind us life is short and to get the most from our life span
perhaps we should be chasing as many frisbees as we can…

Perhaps we should be running in the fields…jumping over logs

and having as much fun living…as that man and his Frisbee dog.

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