The Flight of Old Nicky

I remember, it was in the city of Duluth I believe, when Jonathan and I would take our mongrel dog, Nicky, place him in an old blanket and then, with each of us holding two corners, we would pull taut on the fabric, thus sending the mutt sailing into the air.  Nicky would reach the apex of his vertical ascent and then drop back (wholly unharmed) back into the suspended blanket.  We would do it again and again until we were exhausted.  I'm sure the dog loved it as much as we did.