Benji runs free

The life of a super hero dog is not as glamorous as one would imagine. Each day you awake, expected to accomplish something heroic. In order to do this you must constantly seek out new dangers. As a super hero dog it is easy to get caught up in a competition of sorts with other super hero dogs. Lassie saves a poor boy from falling down a well, then Underdog goes and stops an alien invasion. With so much pressure, when does a super hero dog get to just...well...be a dog? Well to this all to common question I now have the answer. See a few days ago I was busy refereeing a women's college game. The ball had just left the field and we were calmly waiting for its retrieval for the ensuing corner kick. Now I know what you are thinking, dogs like to retrieve things. Please that would be far to pedestrian for a hero dog. Instead it is at this moment I hear the put-put of a third world scooter begin to intensify. The rhythmic sputtering building to an intolerable crescendo, the speed of the scooter moving at pace slightly faster than a jaunt. The scooter slowly moves along the road in front of the goal, the screams of SUSIE NO!...SUSIE NO! competing with the torrent belching from the cylinders. As the topography shifts I see that the thin man, of suspected Indian decent, is being chased by a white puntable lap dog (hero dog). The man desperately maxing the throttle in a helpless attempt to outrun the danger. The hero dog free of its owner's grasp seizes the moment, and chases the car (or scooter). The owner now enters the fray; in hot pursuit of his precious Susie on his electric wheelchair. The bottled oxygen feeding through his nose tube, hand pushing the joystick firmly in the accelerate position, gliding down the sidewalk with the stressed hum of his electric ride. All parties parade in front of our goal, all moving at the same speed. The Indian looking back in terror, the frantic clatter of his ride stressed to the max, Susie with her tongue out and legs incessantly spinning gives chase, and her owner with his labored breaths and electric hum follows close behind.