The ball soared up towards the sky. “I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” And she did. Everyone heard the “SWOOSH!” and were surprised to see how quickly she had positioned herself underneath and caught it. At that point she ran around in circles saying “Bet you can’t catch me!!!” She was right. When anyone would get close she would twist out of reach. After awhile friends would get tired of chasing her and she’d lose interest in it herself.
Later she’d cuddle next to me and looking up at me with her big brown eyes, she’d say she was hungry. Since I was preoccupied reading the newspaper I paid no heed to her. Finally when her patience had run out, she’d push the paper out of my hands and repeat that she was hungry.
After eating she was her happy self again. I wondered if I should try to have her play short stop catcher in the next little league game. She liked that idea.
“ ‘member when I used to run next to Daddy when he’d bike? Wasn’t I good?”
I smiled at her enthusiasm. “Yes, you certainly were.”
“I’m so quick an’ I even can jump WAY up in the air to catch anything they’d throw at me!”
“You’re right. I’ll have to see what I can do to get you in the game next week.” It was hard not to smile at her excitement. Her eyes were wide and round with alertness.
“I may be 84, but I feel like a 12 year old.” I hugged her and agreed.” Molly, our Brittany, is a joy to have around.