Hot Dog

He's small, barely eight inches tall but those little legs let him chase the ball. It's his favorite past time much to my chagrin but I do it for the pleasure in watching him. He's quick, he's fast thrilled to chase or catch the ball as it is cast. Too soon my enthusiasm wains and playing endlessly becomes a pain. The snow man made totally of snow plump, round and cold can hold the battered ball so old and pretend to get ready to throw. My dog with such a tiny brain never let's his joy falter or wain. There he sits without bark waiting patient for the game to start.