The weekend could not have been any more beautiful. The smell of fresh cut grass lingered in the air this morning after a little rain last evening. Today the chatter of birds filled the air and the sky was brilliant blue as we again enjoyed the warmth and view from our front porch.
Earlier in the day I threw the green frisbee for a very energized Sheba who eagerly retrieved the green frisbee. At one point when she didn't return, I just figured she'd lost interest in playing. But a few minutes later, Sheba came to me proudly showing off a red frisbee.
In and of itself, this isn't that unusual because we have other kinds of frisbees that can be found throughout the yard, and she or Josh will often return with a different one that catches their eye. However, the red frisbee has been missing since late last summer. Because both the green and the red frisbees are long time favorites, and are no longer being made, I searched and searched for that red frisbee with no luck whatsoever -- And Sheba has found it. It's times like this, I just wish I could just ask her where it was, and where she left the green frisbee, because now its missing and I can't find it.