This is a few weeks ago but thought of just now so putting it up. When I was coming back from my time in Atlanta, I suffered from a flat tire North of Nashville and ended up spending a few days with my son and his friend Julie. And their dog Olafur. We played his version of catch every day. I would throw a toy and he would crouch at the end of the sofa and jump very high and catch it right after I threw it.
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