Dog Lawn Ornament
On the corner, on the stone fence, she sits at attention, the Cocker Spaniel lawn ornament. So life like I can see her fur blowing in the breeze. A yellow tennis ball sits in the intersection of the street. I stop at the sign and she turns her head toward me. Oh, but she's real. Leaving the car running at the stop sign, I jump out of the car and am greeted by her voice and wagging tail.
She barks her orders, "Throw it here, I can get it."
I retrieve the ball and throw it high. She catches it just as she said she would. Happily she runs up the hilly street and I hear, "Thanks," from somewhere in an unseen house in the middle of the block.