Oliver

“Go get it, girl!”

I threw the rubber disc through the air. Dottie raced after the red blur as it streaked across the yard. She lifted her head and snapped her jaws shut on empty air. The disc flopped into the snow behind her.

Undeterred, Dottie rushed over and seized the disc with her jaws. She shook her head violently from side to side.

“Good girl. Now bring it back.”

I held my hand out. Dottie looked at me, tilting her head ...