of Casey's, that is.
Josh was cleaning out one of our cars, and came in with a whole box of stuff that needed to go into the house, and as I was going through it, I found a can of tennis balls. Not sure how they ended up in the car, but I'd take them!
I handed a ball to Casey, and now he is rarely without it. If we're not around to throw it, he'll sometimes throw it for himself, then chase it. It's great to watch.
So, while sitting in the living room, this is now typically what I see:
Shortly followed by this:
And, here, is he resting? A rare moment of quiet and peace without his ball?
No, don't be confused. This is him just waiting for someone with longer arms and opposable thumbs to retrieve his ball from under the couch.
Today we take Casey for a "consultation" before obedience classes start on Tuesday. I think I'm going to make him leave his tennis ball at home.