The Field

There is a large soccer field near our house, about a 5 minute walk away.  We don't visit it nearly enough.  We should go everyday, but instead find ourselves there about twice a week. 

But, when we go, we have a ball.

I attach Lilly to a 20 foot long yellow rope, and then she knows it's on.   

We like to run around that field.  We like to stalk birds and watch kids play soccer.  We like to explore the woods nearby the field and cover each inch with our feet. 

We like to throw frisbees and catch them a couple times, and then ignore the damn thing for the rest of the time, no matter how many great throws were made. 

We like to find sticks and then stop everything to lay half way on the ground (butt up in the air) and chew on the sticks, because we really haven't learned anything since our emergency surgery. 

We like to get spooked by soccer balls.  We like to watch the kids run around the field during their practices.  To run ourselves and then randomly chomp on an unsuspecting patch of clover, and shake the mouthful until we're sure it's really dead. 

We REALLY like how tired the field makes us afterwards, because then some of us can get stuff done.

Yes, we are very lucky to have the field.  To have a place to run and play and forget about our surroundings for awhile.

PS:  We really like to walk to the field on Mondays because it's trash night and there are so many interesting things to smell!

“Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.”