The ball might be small, but to her it’s the greatest treasure ever created. She chases it with full speed, every sprint filled with determination and joy.
When she brings it back, she wears that proud little smirk, waiting for the next throw like she’s preparing for a championship. The routine never gets old — not for her, not for me.
And in those moments between throws, when she sits close with bright eyes and a wagging tail, it feels like time slows down. She makes simple games unforgettable.
