Calmly sitting in the car with camera focused on a Red Tailed Hawk, Peter the Puck chaser saw an opening and ran right to the car, put his nose up to the window with puck firmly grasp, backed up three steps and dropped the puck, jumped up and down a couple of times and lay down with eyes that said "Please, Oh please throw the puck for me". So out of the car I went, camera in one hand, one eye on the hawk one on the dog, picked up the puck and rolled it down the road. Fifteen minutes later, alternating Hawk and dog shots, the whole session was over--hawk flew off, dog found another playmate, and the puck paste dog saliva was wiped from my hand.