Dad and I were out doing our morning walk and were just minding our own business when a wonderful thing happened. Sitting in a patch of prime dog-relief real estate was a ball. On closer inspection, it was a multi-colored soccer ball. Nobody was around so it’s mine, right? Well, sort of.
Dad let me check it out. Most people would be disappointed that the ball was low on air. Not me, because that meant I could bite down on it and easily carry it with me. Oh what fun we were going to have! We walked some more until we came to the off-leash area. That’s where Dad set me free and we had some real fun.