Woof, Woof – I’m baaaaaaackk!  I hacked the computer when Mom went to the grocery store today. So I wrote a series of articles for this week.  Enjoy the treat!  Love, Rommie.

My Passion

Just like most of my golden cousins, I have a passion for tennis balls.  My passion runs deep and playing with them is my main goal every day.  I would play from sun up to well past sun down.   In fact Dad, Mom and I played ball for 5 hours one hot August day – a few months before Daddy moved to heaven.  After every other throw I cooled off in my pool.  The only reason we stopped was Dad decided to grill hamburgers. 

My Magic Number

My mouth will hold two.  As a puppy, I tried to stack them side by side but discovered my mouth was not wide enough, so I figured out how to stack them on top of one another.  One time I did manage to get three but I started gasping for air so I spit them out at Daddy’s feet.  Lesson learned –breathing is important.

Tug-O-War

One of my favorite games to play is tug-o-war.  Upon bringing the ball back, I will hold on to it with all my might.  It is the best part of playing ball.  Whoever is on the other end will up give up or sometimes I will relinquish the ball. Lesson learned – Be kind to others.

This photo is of me and Grandpa Q. playing ball.  Notice he has to use two hands to try and pry the ball from my mouth. 

Going A-Stray

Mom has been known to throw a ball over the fence into the woods, when this happens, I spaz out.  I will run my fence line until Mom distracts me with a new ball.  She thinks I have forgotten about it, but in reality I decided to let the groundhogs and raccoons play with it.  Another lesson learned – Sharing is important.

Persistence

I occasionally miss catching the ball.  When this happens in the house, it will roll under Mom’s bed or dresser.   I run to her so she knows it is in enemy territory.   I will persistently pester Mom until she rescues my ball from the dust bunnies.  Lesson learned – persistence pays off.

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So what’s your “tennis ball” in life?  

• Rommie