Then There Was Otis

When my husband was a teenager he would go to the park and watch the "cool" guys play frisbee with their dogs. The dogs would run and glide througth the air to catch the frisbees without missing a beat. He would watch and dream of having a dog like that. One day, it looked like his dream had come true, in the form of a German Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix puppy. He began to train him and when he got big enough he took Otis to the park for his test run. He took him off the leash and run he did; not to execute a perfect catch of the frisbee, but ran around the park, harassing the other dogs and creating an uproar. Time after time he took Otis to the park only to have him do the same thing. After two years and not one frisbee caught, they parted ways.