Eddie waits; his eyes flick from me to the ball. I toss.
He hops, leaps, bounces across the plank floor
after his colorful no-slobber Chuck-It,
tail up and circling as he pounces,
dips, slips, slides and skitters.
Clattering claws, clittering limbs, joints knocking wood.
He retrieves his prey, trots a path back to me,
big, burly boy-puppy paws thumping,
hovering in a huddle over the ball;
a fending bird protects a chick,
and licks with loving drool.
Throw it again!