You have not seen focus until you have looked into Scooby’s eyes when you are about to toss a tennis ball. The rest of the world seems to completely disappear to him, and all that is left are him and the ball. Although the tennis ball is his first love, if he sees a soccer ball, frisbee or volleyball, he has a difficult time forgetting where it is in the room – a constant awareness – a mad love. Everyone else notices the intense love affair, and it always seems to make them smile. I suppose that’s because we all know how rare it is to witness such passion.
Scooby is outrageously quick. But I’ve recently discovered that his fierce focus has some very cool side effects. His love for catching and retrieving the ball has made him the ultimate athlete. I joke that David Beckham wishes he had the instinctual athletic skill that my dog possesses. You see, Scooby has developed the ability to anticipate which direction you are going to kick or throw the ball based on your relation to the ball, and adjusts his entire body, drastically shifting his weight, almost visualizing where it will land, before a single movement of the ball has been made. His passion for catching the ball has led way to an expert-like skill that shaves a few seconds off his running time and gives him an advantage. Advantage over who? I’m still not sure. But he plays full-out, as if his very existence depends on catching that ball. Absolutely giving every ounce of himself in that moment- as if he is involved in a fierce competition – even though he is the only one in the game.