Playing Fetch All By Myself

I saw this vid of this adorable little canine playing fetch by himself as his owner sat and talked with friends, seemingly oblivious to his companion's desire for him to toss a tennis ball down some steps for it to run and catch.

I couldn't help but relate this little dog's predicament to certain aspects of my life. It occurred to me that for many years I've felt as though I was in charge of fetching my own ball. That ball representing different personal things to me, though I'm not ashamed to admit that compatible companionship is one. While the universe has tossed these figurative balls out to others, some who weren't even in the mood to play and threw them back or away...I've sat patiently, my little tail wagging in restrained anticipation, waiting for my turn. All I've wanted for so very long is to be able to play fetch too.

But a good thing is that I've gotten really good at running after the ones I've made myself, and have observed what the others have received, so that I know what a good throw looks like. And I already know what a great "catch" I am.

Just having one of those moments I suppose. I knew what my four-legged friend was going through and decided to make a post about it. Little dog, someone will toss that ball for you one day, I promise.

If only you could promise me the same.