In the following three pictures I'm trying to get MY ball. Oh, I know that all the tennis balls look alike, but after I've had mine in my mouth for a while, I KNOW my ball. In the pictures, my ball is in the water because Dad missed the edge of the patio. I was making some real progress for a few moments, but Coco came along and took it away. She already had one in her mouth, but she had to have mine, too.
It worked out OK. I watched her come out of the pool and when she dropped the two balls, I darted in and quickly got mine.
Below you can see Jodie running around with a set of rings. She is the only one who bothers with them and she uses them to tease Dad. They will tug at the rings until Jodie gets them away and then she scamper around the pool, just out of Dad's reach. Every once in a while Dad will get close and grab at her tail. Jodie then runs like her tail's on fire.
Coco is Coco, and that's enough to say. I run with a ball in my mouth, Jodie runs with the rings, and Coco chases the ball in the pool. When Dad or anyone tosses a ball in the water, Coco is off like a jet. She brings the ball right back to the thrower and is ready to go again. She will keep this up until no one throws anymore. She may be wheezing and panting, but she won't quit. Sometimes when the grandkids are over, Dad or Mom has to step in and tell them to stop for awhile as Coco is almost exhausted.
JODIE: Sandy has everything just about right. I love playing tug and keep-a-way with Dad. I really don't worry about him grabbing my tail as I can sprint out of reach in a micro second. I also want to talk about the book Dad was reading to us. The dog's name kept changing. Every time we turned around he or she was being tutored or spade, and it seemed to lack continuity. I don't think Dad was giving us the whole story because sometimes he seemed to be reading silently, but his eyes were all watery.
I was going to turn this over to Coco, but she's out like a light.
Arf Arf for now.