As I’ve mentioned in other posts here, we play soccer (aka football) at Aristotle Square A LOT. One day we arrived at the park to play football and noticed a large dog sleeping where we usually have our “goal”. The Afghani kids we play with made these funny Greek gestures (that they’ve obviously picked up in this culture: imagine an exaggerated sad face - lips turned way down - and add dramatic shrugging shoulders with hands up in the air). They wanted to play on the other side of the square, away from the dog.
Well the West side of the square is a little more shady. Not as in “there is more shade from the sun”, what I mean is that we used to play football over there, but stopped when we were harassed by Roma (aka Gypsies). So Kolby and I told them to chill out and just play where we were. The children really didn’t like this idea, but went with it since we’re the cool ones (being older has a lot of perks in Middle Eastern cultures).
So we arranged our “field” to where the “goal” was at a slightly different angle, so we could enjoy our game while the dog enjoyed its nap.
First kick from one child to the next, the dog was awake and up on its legs.
Next kick, the dog was barking and wagging its tail.
And the next kick, the dog was running after the ball while everyone was backing away from the animal.
Yes, within three kicks, this dog had taken the ball from us.
All the kids were freaking out, so my heroic husband decided he was going to get the ball back. As he ran toward the dog to get the ball, the dog snatched it up with his teeth and ran in circles around us.
He wanted to play.
Of course none of the children, including the owner of the ball, was brave enough to try and take it away from the crazy animal. After about 20 minutes of Kolby barking at and chasing the dog around the park, the ball had been popped. Thankfully the kid who owned the ball had another one, but he was still pretty ticked off. It didn’t help that even after we had given up, the dog teased us with it. He would run over to a spot in the grass, sink his teeth into the ball for a second, then get up and leave the ball where it was so he could proudly stand by us. Of course anytime someone tried to walk over to the ball while the dog was strutting around us he would quickly run back, snatch the ball up before anyone could get to it, and run around us in circles again. Some children were terrified of the dog, some were very angry with the crazy animal, and some were laughing hysterically at the whole situation.
I have to say that from the very first bark I was one of the laughers. J What a memory!