I don't know when I got so old. By the time I went to bed last night I felt the full effect of my impact with Duncan at The Glen. When the alarm went off at 6 I knew it was going to be the kind of day spent laying on the couch and doing as little as possible. Duncan, however, unaffected by our collision, thought I'd taken the day off to be with him.
Around noon we did stumble over to the park and Duncan was overjoyed to discover someone had left behind their soccer ball. Hopped up on ibuprofen, I knocked it around a bit for him and he took to it immediately, managing to scoot it along by kicking at it and rolling it against his chest. When he finally realized I didn't have it in me to join in the fun, he plopped down in the grass, more than happy to pose for the camera.
Around noon we did stumble over to the park and Duncan was overjoyed to discover someone had left behind their soccer ball. Hopped up on ibuprofen, I knocked it around a bit for him and he took to it immediately, managing to scoot it along by kicking at it and rolling it against his chest. When he finally realized I didn't have it in me to join in the fun, he plopped down in the grass, more than happy to pose for the camera.
Soccer is not just for Europeans and girls, as my father once claimed. It's for dog's, too.
1 comment:
Nice call-back.
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