Today I met the most charming fellow: a handsome border collie named Hank. He was playing fetch with his owner using one of those Chuck-It balls that I used to play with (I’m embarrassed to say) about twelve years ago.
Hank is strong. Hank is fast. Hank is smart. Yet Hank is ever so gentle with me. He let me pick up his ball a couple times, and I tossed it to his owner so Hank could run again. Hank runs like the wind. I imagine everyone in the park was staring at Hank when he was running. But I wouldn’t know. My eyes were on him the whole time.
I had a little awkward moment, but Hank was a real dear about it. When Hank was having a break from running and fetching his ball, he came over to me to say hello. I must have turned too suddenly because I lost my balance and toppled over. I had to stay flat on the ground, flat on my belly. I tried getting up again but just didn’t seem to have the strength to pull myself up. Then Daddy came over to give me a little boost. Eventually I got my stance settled and could walk again. Hank came over and sat down beside me, as if to reassure me that we could simply be still awhile.
Hank had to leave the park before we did, but something happened that made my heart melt. Every few steps they took away from us, Hank turned around to look back at me. Finally, he convinced his owner that they should come back to see me.
Hank and I are great friends now. I know he will come back to find me one day. I really know it.