One Morning in the Charlestown Dog Park

The labradoodle didn't notice the commuters shuffling by. He didn't hear the hum of traffic on the Zakim Bridge or notice the trains rolling into North Station. The cold rain meant nothing. All that mattered was the tennis ball. The only thing he wanted in this world was for his owner to throw that ball across the lawn with the chucker stick.

He jumped and spun as his owner fussed at the car. What's taking so long? His barks turned to pants and his pants turned to pleas. Throw that ball! I need that ball!

She cocked her arm, flicked her wrist and the ball flew. He flew after it. It bounced high. He jumped and caught it as it fell. He began to sprint back. Then he stopped on a dime and pooped, never letting the ball out of his mouth. Sometimes you just need to live in the moment.

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