Chasing a good sized branch thrown by my son. Tug of war to see who keeps control of it. Feverish pace back and forth across the yard. A blur of 3 Labrador Retrievers and a Boston Terrier.
“Mine, no, it’s mine. I got it. I’m gonna keep it away from you”, they must be thinking.
They love playing this game, and are completely worn out by the time it’s all said and done.
They pant for an hour after wards before they drop off into a satisfied sleep.