“A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog”
~ Jack London
Lace up your shoes. Put on a sweatshirt and hat. Grab a bird! Head out to the corner of the yard, and take the dog with you.
She’ll be jumping up and down in an excited cadence, sometimes with all fours off the ground, and occasionally doing a three-hundred-sixty degree turn that my wife nicknamed the “spin-o-rama.”
She is a black Labrador puppy and “the bird” is a white frisbee. It almost doesn’t matter what foul mood I am in as we head out to our patch of grass, her hungry eyes and dancing paws working hard and putting full attention into what is about to happen. Her eagerness is infectious.
I make strides to my spot like a relief pitcher coming from the bullpen to close out the last game in a World Series. It’s a rush! She never disappoints with her aerial displays of magnificent agility and determination. Oh, and the speed and intensity with which she darts off in the direction of the toss, it is next to amazing, every time, even though you just witnessed it in the toss before. She’s off with a shot, the way sprinters in the Summer Olympics shoot out of their stance.
The return from the far side of the yard is just as remarkable, but it’s a different energy altogether. She’s a proud girl on her way back, and knows when she’s done her job well. Her prance is regal and she has a self-satisfied look; she is quite pleased with herself, and especially pleased for pleasing the one tossing the bird. A rush of serotonin reaches my brain with each wag of her tail. She drops the bird at my feet, sits back, and waits for me to pick it up. She doesn’t bark or whine, but speaks to me with her eyes…
“Again!” She says. “Again!”
HVA
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Hudson Valley Astrologer 
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