April 24, 2014

Dear Terry, Today was an exciting day! Mom found my ball that Gram had given me. I forgot where I had put it. Yesterday we looked everywhere for it. Mom looked up high in case she had put it somewhere. I looked down low in case I had put it somewhere. No luck! But the this morning we found it under the desk by the door! Then I remembered I had put it there a long time ago. It's a good ball too. It's not a tennis ball. I eat those. It's not a baseball. I chew the covers off. It's a yellow ball! And what a great time me and Mom had with it! Mom throws the ball, then I run and chase it down and catch it! Then I run as hard as I can back to her. Sometimes I give the ball back, sometimes I tease her like she teases me. I fake giving it to her then run around some more! Then she fakes throwing it and I bark! What fun! When I get tired of running around I usually give it to Spot. This time I put it in a good place so I wouldn't forget again where it was. I put it right in my bed. Can't miss it there!

Love and Woofs, FredDog