Mother's Pride

I'm going to gush about something that may seem very simple and perfect, only to a pet parent. Please forgive me.

Chase has never been a dog to fetch. Rosita has an intense ball drive and will demand anyone and everyone to play with her. In our attempts to teach Chase he runs after the ball and then moves on to something else. Or, he will race Rosita to the prize and take it the opposite direction to spite her.

Well this morning I heard what sounded like a ball drop on the deck. Since we've started mowing all of the toys have been brought in and Rosita was on the floor beside me. Looking outside I saw Chase standing over a baseball. Our neighbor's son has been playing catch with his friends and apparently missed one that strayed into our yard. (Seeing a high schooler run through our yard one night prompted me to close the blinds for fear of walking out in my sweatpants and scarring the poor child for life.) I will toss it back on their side of the fence tonight, hopefully they won't mind a few chew marks.

Granted the task of dropping a ball on the back porch isn't much, but I was really proud of Chase. Not only for the fetching element, but also that he could find anything in our overgrown yard. And maybe it wasn't fetching but more so retrieving but he is my baby and handsome and can do no wrong.