"DOG"! "DOG"! screamed my brain ....is it mean? Is it lost?
I said "go home!" loudly.
Dog. Black, stocky with those light brown eyebrows and that soulful expression of a friendly animal, it turned out to be a "she". No collar. Well fed. Follows me...even as I continued to mow, shows no fear of the gasoline powered beast.
Grabs a flimsy stick....and NUDGES me! Smile.
So I grab a BETTER and STURDIER stick, and throw it. She fetches.
Then I remember I have a tennis ball handy! I throw IT...we have a winner! We play, I throw a dozen times or more, she retrieves the ball every time. She's fast, accurate and seemingly tireless.
I don't even like dogs, but I'm enjoying this. She has bad breath. She slimes the ball, yuck. I walk to the fountain, "water"? I ask? "You sure are playing hard"!
Finally I am done with the throwing and return the push mower to the garage
and hop on the riding mower. She follows. Looks at me. I drive up the driveway to mow there before it gets dark.
The tennis ball lays by the garage door.