Relatively Minor
Laughter does not have to come from a major source. It could indeed be ... relatively minor.
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Spring is here, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the neighbor’s tulips are blooming and at least one Daisy is up … and up … and up.
Scientifically our Daisy is not of the floral variety known as Bellis perennis; she is actually a cross between an Australian Shepherd and a standard poodle. However, I am almost sure that somewhere within the breeding process a kangaroo slipped in. Although Daisy doesn’t have a pocket to spare in her mid-section, she can certainly rocket straight into the stratosphere at a moment’s notice. Especially when her internal clock says it is time to play ball.
After grabbing the handle of our large, vibrant orange and blue launcher we make sure there is already a ball at the other end. It becomes a fight for life just to get through the French doors to the backyard in the midst of Daisy’s excitement. I’ll give her gold medal performance a 10 – three vertical leaps and two clockwise turns!
Sometimes the ball doesn’t even come into play. Our canine peers through the muddy window from the outside to check for interior movement. A sudden leap into the air grabs our attention as her body language says, “It’s time to play … ball.”
Continually commenting on her pogo pounce, my husband and I always marvel at her minor leaps of faith as she prays for play time. In fact, just the other morning I enjoyed a cup of coffee on our couch, which faces the backyard. I let my husband know that Daisy had made it to level three. This is measured by the horizontal and vertical wood pieces which frame the grid inside our back door: three across and six down.
Spring is here, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the neighbor’s tulips are blooming and at least one Daisy is up (… and up, and up). It’s time to play ball.
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I can just see her flying across your yard!
Oh, this put a smile on my face:) My childhood friend was not named Daisy, but had all the attributes. His never-ending pursuit of the ball and his faith that we would engage still bring a smile to my heart.