Today at flyball practice, we were practicing running some of the dogs in pairs. Ozzy and Molly (a JRT/Chihuahua mix) were on one side, and Boris (the GSD) and Jinx (a mix of a little bit of everything) were on the other side.
Ozzy and Boris were the start dogs, and we let them go at the same time, and Boris crossed over into Ozzy's lane.
I wasn't afraid that Boris crossed over to eat Ozzy (since that does happen sometimes in flyball, unfortunately) because I know he loves little dogs; I was just having a heart attack because Boris is humungous compared to Ozzy and I didn't want him to get trampled.
Boris hit the box and took the ball right as Ozzy got there, and Ozzy stopped and turned around with the most DISAPPOINTED look on his face! He stood there for a moment and looked at Boris running back to the other side in complete dismay like, "Hey... he stole my ball..."
It was SO funny (once I was no longer panicking, since Boris didn't smoosh Oz). I almost died laughing, but I felt so bad for my little man at the same time.