catch!

I’m on the balcony —

Having a smoke. There’s a small thump to my right. I look right, see nothing. I look up. There is a German Shepherd puppy on a third floor balcony with perked earls looking down at me intently.

I think it’s a German Shepherd puppy. It’s getting dark but the outline of those ears are kind of hard to mistake even if it is dusk. And definitely a puppy.

Then I know “what” to look for.

The tennis ball is lying on the ground right between our balconies.