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Beate, the amazing frisbee dog. At almost eleven, she is starting to show some signs of aging. When the frisbee comes out, though, you'd think she was two again. Runs like the wind to jump and twist to try to catch the flying disk - usually successfully if my tosses are good enough. Each morning, on our walks down Obed Lane and across the field, then down Bufflehead as far as the season allows, her rhythm is as natural as mine. On those morning walks, and as time passes and neighbors change, the frisbee remains constant. We spooked a group of wild turkeys the other morning - think that there were ten or more. Several flew straight up above our heads to the treetops, and a few more flew low to the ground across the field towards the woods. One, lone turkey was left in the field while the others called to him from above and afield. I stood for a few minutes and listened and watched. Then, realizing that Beate and I were keeping them from congregating again, we walked on and left them to their flocking, me with an empty coffee mug and Beate with a soggy frisbee dangling from her mouth. She has lived up to her name for sure so far. My model senior citizen canine companion. B.
Beate, the amazing frisbee dog. At almost eleven, she is starting to show some signs of aging. When the frisbee comes out, though, you'd think she was two again. Runs like the wind to jump and twist to try to catch the flying disk - usually successfully if my tosses are good enough. Each morning, on our walks down Obed Lane and across the field, then down Bufflehead as far as the season allows, her rhythm is as natural as mine. On those morning walks, and as time passes and neighbors change, the frisbee remains constant. We spooked a group of wild turkeys the other morning - think that there were ten or more. Several flew straight up above our heads to the treetops, and a few more flew low to the ground across the field towards the woods. One, lone turkey was left in the field while the others called to him from above and afield. I stood for a few minutes and listened and watched. Then, realizing that Beate and I were keeping them from congregating again, we walked on and left them to their flocking, me with an empty coffee mug and Beate with a soggy frisbee dangling from her mouth. She has lived up to her name for sure so far. My model senior citizen canine companion. B.
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