Come on, let's play fetch

Rusty has always been my fetch monster. When he was younger, he would play fetch 24/7 if you'd let him.
In years gone by, if ever I got down on my knees (like to do some gardening) this was obviously an invitation on my part for me to play fetch with Rusty. No sooner had I dropped to my knees and there would be a ball there for me to throw. Not necessarily conducive to getting work done, but there you have it.
Where in the past it was a bit of a chore to throw the ball all the time, in his later years it's nice to see him still want to play on occasions. It's definitely on Rusty's terms though. As he's got older, arthritis has set in, and he doesn't tend to want to play as much any more, and play sessions are definitely shorter. I actually treasure these little play sessions now. Sometimes, he'll act like a 2 year old ... and then he remembers that he isn't. He went through a period of not playing at all, and then I discovered the small tennis balls. Because he also doesn't have his full complement of teeth, I think he may have been struggling a bit with the bigger toys. Since I've got smaller ones for him, he's been having a great time!