This one may be a classic. We were heading home from
Mac's practice track, where he did find the glove
despite a couple of corners with big running circles,
and he was carrying his tug toy. Suddenly he stopped
dead on the sidewalk next to a crabapple tree and
stared straight up--to the place where someone had
left in the branches a pair of gloves some kid
evidently dropped on the way home from school.
He may divide his attention between fieldmice and the
track, but he certainly notices everything.
Cheers!