Game on

Soda pop goes flat but Root Beer never fizzles. Tonight we played catch for 15 minutes and would have gone longer if I had my gloves. It started easily enough. Luke has one of those soft above-the-bedroom-door basketball sets. He hasn't played with it in years.
Sometime during the day, Root Beer found Luke's basketball set. The round soft ball is a perfect chew toy and it caught my attention. I had nothing better to do, I picked it up and the dog and I went outside. Gently, I tossed the ball. Root Beer chased the red bullet and pounced. The game continued with me waiting for the give and Root Beer enjoying the get. Finally, when I couldn't feel my fingers, we returned inside.
I visited Luke's version of Mr. Dress-Up's tickle trunk. I tossed the legos and McDonald's toys but favoured a Frisbee and the boomerang. Remembering the game we played today, I chose the throwing weapon first. Its smooth edges gleamed as only a hard petroleum-based product can, but its aerodynamic design promises good sport for a puppy and and a young boy learning to playing fetch.