mid-morning run around for Biscuit at the park ... ball retrieves with a little extra grassy flavour ;-)
a little story: I've let Biscuit carry the ball as we head out of this park. There's a little blind bend just 10-20 metres before the exit.
Biscuit is trotting behind and I stop on the path at the corner where I can see both ways and look behind to find he's no longer got the ball with him.
I say to him: "where's the ball?" and he does this arch back the way he's come, in search of where he left it, sure enough he finds it and comes back to me.
Even though it may seem quite ordinary I just loved the way he was so casual about it, like, yeah I forgot for a second, let me go get it ... :-)
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