A gentle stroll, for about five minutes along the chalk track, beside the railway line and stream opposite our house, you will come across a sheltered little park, nestled between our local football team's home ground and a public basketball court
It's the perfect little sun trap, safe from any roads or hazards (Molly is capable of finding the most innocuous place or item, and, turning it in seconds to a life and death situation)
This is the home to Bruce and Molly's newest adventure
The trials of the tennis ball
Bruce is smart, he knows that to be able to chase the ball (which he loves) he must bring it back
If he catches it or gets to it first he leaves Molly standing
And he brings it back, and Molly follows, and it all starts all over again
Sometimes (usually when Bruce is totally knackered), Molly gets there first (or, more aptly, Bruce lets Molly bring the ball back while he has a breather)
Molly has a totally different variation of the game which includes escaping to the nearest filthy ditch, whereby it is a whim that decides whether she will actually keep the ball or leave it in said filthy ditch ! Or will she run and not come back, instead, sit on the perimeter of the field waiting with a grin, whilst, in exasperation, me, Neil or Bruce ends up having to go to her, whereby she will sidestep past us ( she must have been taking note of the footballers next door ) and run hell for leather into the farthest corner at the other end of the field, or, she will she get totally sidetracked, drop the ball mid-play and go off to investigate the nearest wonderful and totally mesmerising stick, leaf, rock (whatever, it matters not) !
On those rare occasions whereby she does in fact bring the ball near enough to perform a grab and go technique, we can resume play, Bruce waiting patiently, as always, as his silly puppy playmate learns the part of fetch that does indeed keep the ball in play !
Love and puppy kisses