There are two dogs where we are staying. A large slow honey-coloured Labrador and a Small Black Dog, a Maisie look-alike that could in fact be a mop head. They both come for walks with us in the evening. Always the same one (there is no where else to go), down the road and back again. They seem to like the gentle exercise and the company. Especially the lab, he never misses a day.
But last night I saw a new side to him. He brought his rubber ball to the dinner table and dropped it at my feet. I am such a sucker for this. Both dogs wanted to play. So I threw it and the lab got there first. Over the next half an hour we played the game but what amazed me was the lab's eye-mouth coordination. He could catch it in mid-air, on the fly or after just one bounce. In fact, however hard I threw it the ball never got past him. The slow lumbering ambler had turned into a highly tuned athlete. One who should play in the slips for the English cricket team. It was lab's ball and he was keeping it. Small Black Dog never got a look in.
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