Mom has been a little under the weather (don't worry, from the way she snores at night, I think it is just a cold and she's taking all sorts of stuff for it, so I am sure she will be better soon), so I haven't been hiking as much, but I have been playing football with Dad every day.
You'll want to click on these pictures to biggify them to get the whole experience!
I know I'm far away in this one, but I wanted you to see the play area I've got, as well as the backdrop; biggify and you'll see my intensity as I cut off the ball.
Now, half the fun of playing football is not giving the ball back to Dad after I bring it to him.
It allows me to practice my ballet moves.
It also allows me to fly.
Because I am The Amazing Flying Fiona! (Again, biggify for best results!)
All fours off the ground, flying after the ball!
I find that levitating down onto the ball is a very useful technique for stopping it.
Of course, focus on the initial throw is also a key to my success. (What success? Uh. Not losing the football under the picnic tables....)
As is a good launch...
Heehee. I SO love this game!
Happy Football Saturday!