Another Week of Tennis Ball Action

You might think that we spend our days doing nothing but chasing tennis balls.  You would actually be wrong.  When Mom is off at the Great Kibble Provider, we spend a lot of time napping, harassing Dad to let us out on the porch so we can bark to be let back in so we can bark to go back, and going on walkies with Dad.  But when Mom gets home, it's Tennis Ball Time!  And since Mom is camera-crazy, she's got about a zillion photos from the last week.    Not that we are complaining - as long as Mom keeps the tennis balls flying, she's more than welcome to snap all the photos she wants.

Mom says I'm the Ouroboros.  I don't know what that means, but I think it means I'm flexible.  Heehee.

There were many zoomies this week.

There was also much leaping and catching.

 

There were also many 'near misses'.  We blame the tennis ball thrower, not the intended catchers!

"Hey, Mom - where's the ball?!?"

And there was some hanging out.

She who has the most tennis balls wins, right?

 For some reason, Mom thinks we have broken the law of gravity, and has named us the Tennis Ball Gang.  We think Mom is losing it...

Have a great week!

*kissey face*

-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus