In the Official Muddled Dog’s mind, there are three things more awesome than anything else. Food, belly rubs, and tennis balls. I don’t know who invented the modern tennis ball, but if dogs had a museum his statue would be out front. As any tennis player will tell you, however, it’s only a matter of time before a tennis ball is nothing more than a tattered pile of rubber fragments and colored fuzz. It pays, therefore, to buy in bulk.
My sweetie came home from Tennis Balls R Us yesterday with a 12-pack of the fuzzy toys and OMD did not need any prompting to claim the entire bag for herself. Hilarity (and pictures) ensued.
-
- The Round Mound of Hound in intensive training.
My sister asked if Official Muddled Dog had any positions besides “prone”. I’m happy to answer yes, as long as there’s a tennis ball around. The third shot of the set demonstrates that maybe shooting at f/1.2 isn’t always the right choice — could have used a bit more depth of focus there.
I promise this will not become a “pictures of my dog” blog, but there will probably be some every now and then, for two reasons:
1) it’s good practice, and
2) people are asking for them. I work with a dog-loving bunch of folks.
My Sweetie reports that a mesh bag of avocados home from the store caused similar excitement. You can say “wow that dog can’t tell an avocado from a tennis ball” but I prefer “wow that dog is so smart she has associated the packaging with the fun inside.” Which makes her only as stupid as we are.