My mama said I need to tell you this story.
One day a few weeks ago, we were out on Coal Creek trail--one of our favorite walks. It's close to home, so easy to access. On the way home, I found this tennis ball in the grass and carried it all the way home.
I used to chew through tennis balls, so after a while my mama only bought tough Kong toys for me. No more squeaky toys for me. But I guess I've grown up a bit and I really like playing with this ball. Of course, I still like my Kong balls.
I really love it when mama throws the ball for me and I can run up and down the stairs until I'm exhaust with happy. Then I plop down in my chair to rest ... until the next time.
While I'm lying in my chair guarding my tennis ball, mama talks to me. Most of the time I understand exactly what she's saying, but occasionally I'm not sure. "What?" I cock my head. It makes her laugh ... maybe that's why I do it ... to make her think I don't understand. I love it when she laughs ... it's like music.
Ok, enough talking about me and my toys. The real question is what's your "tennis ball"? What makes you so happy that you want to do it day after day? What do you love so much that you want to bring it to everyone's attention? How determined are you to share your tennis ball with everyone you meet?
I'd love to hear from you so I can share with my mama. She loves to play with pictures and she likes to tell my stories. Sometimes I have to go the extra mile to get her attention though. I whine and fuss a bit ... not too much, just enough to let her know I'm there. Then she'll throw the ball and I get to play some more.
I'll be waiting ... don't forget to share your "tennis ball."
Thanks for stopping by to visit.
Textures thanks to Kim Klassen and Texture Tuesday: emptypage, Pixel Dust: Impressionist Music, and Shadowhouse Creations: Raised Effect.