Do you know where my ball went?
Kristina lobbed it over my head and across the field. What I don’t understand is why she threw the ball when I was still on leash. I don’t think she was paying attention. She tossed it. I ran. She fell when I jerked the leash.
I looked back for a second, just to check she was okay, and then kept running. I had my eye on the bright orange ball as it flew through the air. I was concentrating hard. And then . . . in an instant it disappeared.
No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it.
Can someone mail me another ball? By the way, Kristina wasn’t hurt during the production of this blog.