Just took Rosie (our Yorkie puppy) outside on one of my breaks. There's a squeeky ball that has been sitting on the backyard grass for a couple of days and sometimes we'll use the ball to play catch with Rosie (Although she can't get her mouth around the ball. She gets her teeth around one of the small extrusions on the surface and carries it around that way instead. And the whole fetching thing is not quite there yet.).
I threw the ball back and forth for a few minutes and then Jacki (the upstairs neighbor's dog who Rosie adores) came running around the side of the apartment. They sniffed noses. Jacki did some squatting business and then grabbed the ball, took off back around the corner, trotted up the front stairs and disappeared into her apartment. Rosie was left staring at me expectantly.
Sometimes it sucks being the short kid.
