I am Squeaky Tennis Ball compulsive as you already probably know from previous posts. Today, the Ball got the best of me :( BUT then I got the best of Mom!
Enter the Gate. It's big, it's heavy, it's black...hey, not describing myself but I did put on a few pounds as I'm up to 52 pounds now! Back on track, yes, the Gate. How did that yellow squeaker manage to get away from me and under the Gate?
Well, I did what any respectable Ball-Obsessed Barbet would do - I barked at the top of my lungs to not only wake up this sleepy neighborhood I live in but get my lazy mother outside to go Fetch the Ball!
And it worked :) Mom now knows how to Fetch the Ball for me, talk about roll reversals! LOL
