Having a dog who needs a daily walk, I've enjoyed this long late autumn and seen on or two leaves leave the mothership.
My dog is a retriever/collie cross and, while she brings things back, she would much prefer to collect them than give them up. Throw a ball and, unless you have another one - maybe even a squeaky one, you won't get the first one back.
'Pinball up a tree' is a game we've jointly come up with. I throw the first ball as high as I can up into a tree - preferably not a Deodar Cedar as they seem to steal balls - Clara will watch and listen while the ball bounces about in the tree and usually catch it in the air, dropping the other one at the last possible second and we start again. All incredibly boring t oread about even if you like dogs.
Last week I thought I'd disturbed a wasps nest as, when the ball was making it's way down, it seemed to be surrounded by about 100 flying things. As these came nearer and I prepared to make a hasty exit, I realized that they were what I called 'helicopters' when I was a kid - and when my kids were small. Maple or sycamore seeds that had been waiting for a ball to hit their branch until now.
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