Something that is not typical for me. But she was so intent on her mission, which was to find anyone to throw the ball for her. The first time I noticed her she was pushing the ball with her nose and aimed it directly for the back of the ankle of a little kid. It hit like an eight ball in the pocket.
The kid turned around, saw the ball, saw the dog and throwing the ball became all consuming for him
For TBD, it became catching it, if possible, in mid air or getting it fast enough and getting it back to the thrower fast enough so the game continued.
The dog never became worn out, but the thrower, whoever it was, always did.
When I would come out on the balcony about 9AM, she was already sitting out on the beach with
the ball - ready and waiting. It never took long.......or if there was no one, she played with herself by pushing the ball around in the sand with her nose or throwing it up in the air with her mouth and then chasing it. I swear it was like watching dog tricks continuously.
Two days ago I found out who her owner is and that her name is "Tia". I was happy to know she has an owner and is not just a feral dog.
TBD, The Black Dog, as I nicknamed her, has a great life and has reminded me of some of the important lessons in life these past ten days. What a joy she has been to behold.