Ball Handler

Each day I work a little more on my ball-handling skills.  This involves chasing them around the apartment, sinking my teeth into them until they either pop or deflate (my favorite bit), then thrashing them about and throwing them triumphantly into the air.

Look into my eyes.  Momentarily this ball will join the others in the deflation pile.  First my mighty paws will hold it steady, then I will go for the kill.

And then I can carry it more easily out into the yard – which is also known as the toy (and cardboard box, frozen stuffies, and stolen clothing) graveyard.

Love,

Otto Fizz