The youngsters, of course, run around like the crazy nutters that they are.
For the record (and as you will see later), Lucy-Fur didn't actually catch those tennis balls - but she's very good at picking them up off the ground!
|Unlikely that she caught that one!|
First, there's me. I employ a classic style that actually involves catching the tennis ball (a concept that seems to be foreign to the youngsters).
It's really not that difficult.
Or possibly it is, because the youngsters haven't *quite* mastered this yet.
|Seriously. I think she just closes her eyes and opens her mouth and hopes. Oy.|
Lucy, dear Lucy, please don't do that. Seriously. Watch this instead.
I think she's getting the idea of keeping her eye on the ball, but she hasn't really got the idea of catching it. (She might just not care. Which would be okay. If she just wants to bounce, that's okay, too. I've known a blonde dog who was super bouncy and had very little interest in the catching elements of the process, so if Lucy-Fur follows in Abby's footsteps, that would be okay, too.)
|She didn't catch it, but she's working on the bounce!|
And she's got an excellent pounce!
And, she looks pretty cute prancing in the morning sun with a ball in her mouth, so there's that, too!
Yes, I've said it. Lucy is cute. I actually sort of like the wee beastie, as she generally distract Daisy from attackling me (not always...)
|Seriously?!? This is why you have your own puppy, Daisy!|
|I guess breakfast with a friend is okay...|
To wrap up the week, I had my swimming/massage session. So AWESOME!!!
|"Hey, wait, I want that tennis ball!"|
|Watch me use those hind leggies to go get that tennis ball!|
|And execute turns in the pool!|
Have a great week!
-Saint Fiona the Patient, Crazy Daisy, and Lucy-Fur