The Dog Won

Momentary thunder at the beach caused most life forms to run for cover. Where does a Mermaid go? Hmmm….ah…to a nearby pool.

The black dog was part Lab. Heavy, dense coat rather than the sleek shiny Labrador pedigree brand but the webbed toes were there. Swimming to keep up with her took some effort with my recently trimmed fins. I hadn’t expected to face water challenges when I went for a trim.

The phosphorescent green did not apparently come off into the dog’s mouth so I figured it was safe to play with.  Lurching over the edge of the pool to grab the ball on the edge of the grass found me flopping like a fat carp. No human saw and I was successful in catching the ball.

Tossing the ball into the center of the pool did nothing to this dog. She sat on the top cement step, sagging that reddish pink tongue with no added facial expressions. I had to ask myself if this creature even saw the ball bobbing in the center, all green and nearly glowing in a light blue pool. Trusting nothing to guessings, I swam to the ball…popped it once in the air to catch the dog’s eye tracking attention, and arched it over to yet another place in the center of the pool.

Which yielded no action from the dog.

I seriously doubted the owner’s statement boast of this dog being part Lab.

After seeing my facial expression regarding this frustration, the owner suggested name calling. Huh? “Name calling isn’t welcome where I come from..” The owner told me the dog’s name and I ignored feeling dumb.

Finally, finally, finally, after numerous name callings at dolphin high pitch squeaks…this  dog jumped in after the ball and grabbed that bobbing green phosphorescent tennis ball. And never let me get it from her again.