Did you ever notice that when you are down to your last Milk Bone, one just finds it's way to you? Well the same thing happens with tennis balls!I'm down to my last two tennis balls, and lets just say they're a little gamey. Mommy loves to throw them with the ChuckIt, but when they get lost she refuses to go look for them. For some strange reason, she expects me to go find them. Imagine that? I'm a retriever, not a pointer for pete's sake.
So when the tennis balls lose their bounce, my Aunt Dottie freecyles them and gives them to a well deserved puppy. Me, Danny.
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