I got up this morning to find tennis balls at my feet. As I took my shower I heard,
thunk..thunk.thunk...thunk as a tennis ball was dropped on the tile in the bathroom. My dog wakes up with a smile and the never ending belief that I will
play fetch with him.
If i ignore him, he just finds a different ball. Red, green, yellow, blue, or orange it does not matter to him, but
he is sure that one of those will be the one that I will eventually throw to him. And he is right. With patience you can wait out anything.
I cannot help but respond to that positive energy.
Dana




