If I had to pick the two things that I love most, it would be dogs and football. Fittingly, I got a large breed of dog after my Yellow Lab died of cancer when she was 9. What breed is bigger and more lively than a German Rottie? Well, after sitting down to my favorite college football team one Saturday, Shelby started to get rambunctious. “Can’t you wait until after the first half?” I asked her. She just started to get more hyper when she realized that I was talking to her. “Alright. Let’s go.” Instead of her tough, rubber ball, this time I grabbed an old football. She and I both loved chasing each other and waiting for the other to drop the ball. Through her persistence, I got up and got motivated to try out my kicking leg, see how far I could throw the ball, and try to outrun my Rottweiler. If you have a rottie, you know that I failed in the latter, but I still had a great time playing. Shelby made me come alive outside by making me get up from something that I liked to do, to do something that I will never forget.
Down, Set, Bark! by Ryan Dickerson