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My Dog’s Escape Taught Me a Lesson Most People Learn Too Late In Life
Reflecting on the power of gratitude.
“It’s showtime,” I thought.
I held the frisbee up in my hand. Rocky lowered his hind corners and twitched with anticipation. Before the frisbee even left my hand, Rocky exploded in the direction I was pointed, anticipating precisely where the frisbee might land.
A cloud of sand and dirt kicked up behind him, blurring him from my vision.
Rocky flew past the other dogs, zipping, zagging, bounding over chairs, ignoring all distractions — all before leaping four feet into the air, catching the frisbee with ease.
He landed clean and skidded to a stop in the sand, like he was sliding into home plate. Then, he trotted back like it was nothing. He dropped it at my feet, with his tongue out, tail high, as if to say, “What? That’s all you got? Throw it again!”
I reached down for the slobber-covered frisbee. Before I could even stand up straight, he was already halfway to the perimeter of the beach — guessing my next move.
“Back! Rocky! Too far!”
Within two breaths he was back.
The crowd at the park had stopped what they were doing. I threw it again, with a similar…
