Username: Griffin Torrens
Dog's Name: Lemongrass
Dog's Registered (Show) Name: Polaroid Picture
Sex: Female
Story: 200 words exactly
She wanted to sink back into the shadows.
Why did I agree to do this again? Her eyes met orange and green.
Oh, that's right.Luna had been so excited, eyes wide and sparkling as she spoke of the event. She adores flyball, and Lemongrass adored Luna, so here she was, in a place she'd never imagined herself.
She stood in line, watching as Luna tore down the track, caught the ball and flew back. The pure joy in her face was enough to set Lemongrass' heart racing. Luna smiled.
Confidence flooding her body, Lemongrass focused on the track, letting everything else fade around her. None of that was important.
Before she could even gather her thoughts, her paws came to a stop. She'd done it, the ball held firmly in her mouth. Luna bounded up to her. "What time did I get?"
The dog shook her head. "Who cares? How fun was that!"
It was then Lemongrass realized why Luna loved flyball so much. It didn't have to be a contest where you stress about results. You could play for the thrill of it. Lemongrass was definitely coming back here. And not just to spend time with Luna anymore.