My first Yorkie, Corey, used to play with a 4 inch fleece football. As we were coming out of the apartment stairwell, we came upon a group of young men playing football in the courtyard. Well, Corey tears off towards the football (who knew he could even see that far!), which was on the ground but at any moment would be picked up and hiked into play. All I could see was all these men starting to play and run around and not even seeing my little guy underfoot. At the last minute, I went running like a mad person, hands waving madly in the air, hollering "Stop! Wait!, wait a minute" and running as fast as I could... well I got their attention and they stood up and looked at me and then around trying to spy this little dog, who was still running dead aim at this huge (to him) football. They all looked throughly confused... I hollered "He just wants the ball!" I was still running to catch up when Corey got to the ball and actually grabbed it by the laces and started dragging it away! I shook my head and asked "Well, he can play football, do you need another player? It was so funny to see this little dog, now in the center of all these big guys, making off with their football!
Lesson learned: Keep dog on leash, forever!