Respectful Rhino
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- wearing xxxxx mood: uh-oh! xxxxx with: maxxie the golden retreiver, bram, emma xxxxx location: the park
- Training therapy dogs was not a difficult task, not in the mind of Bobby Halliwell at least. He loved the experience of teaching a young creature simple tricks and getting the pups to emote calmness and playful youth. Maxxie, of course, was no different. The eager young pup had learned many of the basic commands and, within the confines of the large and encompassing fence of the dog park, had yet to tear too terribly far from his trainer. Bobby was pleased, feeding the blonde pup a bounty of treats throughout their first bout of time together. He mingled with other dogs, Bobby careful to keep Maxxie close by, though the retriever wasn’t on a leash.
It must have been almost an hour before Bobby, rubbing his long nose before stretching his body upwards towards the warm sun, decided it was time for a small break. He plopped himself down in the grass, pulling a bowl and a bottle of water out of his bag and filling the bowl with a bit of the water which Maxxie quickly lapped up. Bobby, relaxed against the hard earth, took a long gulp of the remaining water from the bottle. The young pup had laid himself down in the grass, Bobby scratching him softly behind the ears as he took his time to observe the other occupants of the dog park.
School would be letting out, jobs would be finishing up for the work week. Sure enough, the park had begun to fill and busy itself with families, children, college students, and the sparser singles enjoying their time with their beloved pets and family treasures. Bobby pushed himself up off the ground, brushing his bottom off and tossing the water bottle back into a pile with his stuff.
”Aight, Maxxie.” He said in a light tone as the dog lifted onto all fours, wagging his tail swiftly behind him. Bobby reached into his pocket to pull out a bright green tennis ball and waving in front of the attentive dog. They had trained for long enough. This was about enjoying themselves and winding down before Maxxie was taken back with the rest of the therapy-trainees in Bobby’s group.
Back and forth. Bobby threw the ball and Maxxie brought it back is if never even close to panting with any sort of exhaustion or fatigue. Still, Bobby tossed the lime green orb once again, watching it soar quickly while Maxxie chased after it. Only, this time, be became distracted. This time, the dog spotted a little girl playing with three larger and more fierce looking pups being observed by an older man, presumably the girl’s father. Maxxie turned to look back at Bobby, then to the ball, and then (almost as if comically) to the three dogs before he began to sprint off.
Bobby was quick, sprinting off to attempt to catch the retriever with a loud ”Maxxie, no!”. As fast as Bobby may have been and as long as his legs were, he would never have been able to catch an energetic fifteen month old puppy on the best of days. He reached his hands out to catch Maxxie, hoping that by some miracle the dog would just stop in his tracks.
Almost as if it were a miracle the dog seemed to life into the air almost a foot, his legs still furiously paddling themselves forward to no avail. Bobby seemed not to notice as he caught up to Maxxie, swooping him into his arms and holding him tight to his chest just a yard and a half from the little girl and her three dogs.
”Sorry about that! Didn’t think he’d try and blast away from me like that…” Bobby explained, flashing an apologetic smile to the man on the bench as his breath caught up with him.