Suddenly, and without warning, the tennis ball escapes and ends up in the jaws-o-Amos.
Before you know it, I've been replaced on the chair.
Finally the Amos + tennis ball combo relocates to the carpet.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
This tennis ball is your tennis ball...this tennis ball is my tennis ball
The dog blog is back with a vengeance! First, Beth would like to apologize for not knowing how to take pictures without excessive shadows. Maybe she should take a photography class. Or read a book about photography. Or ask someone who knows about photography for pointers. But I digress. Let me now take you through a day (ok, 5 minute span) in the life of a tennis ball at the casa. The tennis ball begins in my possession, under the watchful eye of Amos Beaglesworth.
Suddenly, and without warning, the tennis ball escapes and ends up in the jaws-o-Amos.
Before you know it, I've been replaced on the chair.
Finally the Amos + tennis ball combo relocates to the carpet.
Suddenly, and without warning, the tennis ball escapes and ends up in the jaws-o-Amos.Before you know it, I've been replaced on the chair.Finally the Amos + tennis ball combo relocates to the carpet.
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