Barbara here (Fred’s wife, Callie’s mom) telling a tale while Fred is up north at a board meeting.

CalPal and I were running—-she with her beloved best ball in her mouth. It was a great run, out there in the early morning…

We approached the famous horse shoe curve on a local street, which has about a 9% down hill slope. All of a sudden, this cute golden retriever decided not to retrieve her ball but to gently release it from her soft mouth.

However, gravity took hold and as we watched in horror, it gathered speed, to almost 25 miles an hour, rolled across the yellow line and headed down hill. We did our best to catch up, but neither us can run at that pace.

I asked a cyclist going uphill, “Have you seen a ball rolling all by itself?” He said, “No, I can’t say that I have.”

RATS!

We checked every storm drain; they are quite big and would swallow a large cat. Let alone a small ball. We got to the stop sign, about 400 yards downhill, and no ball. Callie was really quite frantic, (sending those “lost ball” messages with all the doggie body language she could muster up).

Being a gracious dog lover, I looked at my watch (having to get home to go to work) and said to Callie, “Let’s walk back up hill, along the far edge and see if we can find your special ball.”

Sure enough, it had stopped in some overgrown weeds along the curb.

Hooray!!! The day is saved. I’m not sure that Callie really understands gravity, but she sure does know she got her ball back. No question this is a ball dog.

Until next time,

Barbara.

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