My friend visits me after dinner

Bonjour. Every single day, my friend comes to visit me after dinner. He brings his string and bamboo stick, and gives them to my people to hold. He attaches his head to the other end, and then he flies through the air, or races along the grass daring me to chase him. This is great happiness to me. I could do this all day, if he wanted to. I guess he could stay overnight, and we could start again in the early morning. Stopping for eating, drinking, and cookies. But after about an hour, he has to go home. He leaves through the front door and I don't know where he lives. But I usually know when he's coming over. I wait by the front door when it's about time for his visit. I hope the coyotes don't get him!