My Little Dachshund

My little dachshund is such a pest, when I'm writing he just won't rest. He grabs the ball and comes sashaying in trying to gain my attentions solely on him. I resist at first, determined to continue writing but his persistence is quite inspiring. Once or twice is never enough, he's a little dog hidden in the rough. Before I throw the ball he is away standing, holding, waiting for the play. I raise my arm and point to left then to right but he knows this game and holds steady in spite. My little friend is wise beyond his years and there he goes running to my cheers. He returns with satisfaction, holding tight the ball knowing at some point Ill say "That's all." I can't resist that tiny face and in the yard we each take our place. We play our games, applauding each new feat then go inside for a special treat.