Get the Ball

Never a lazy dog, Caley. He lost the flight of the ball this time and goes off on his search pattern. He hunts back and forth at a hundred miles an hour with his nose six inches from the ground. The zig zag sometimes change to a figure of eight then a tightening spiral as gets the scent. The tail wags so fast then, almost to a blur as he finds the ball. He returns at the same pace and the ball needs launched again. What happiness.