January 26th 2006 8:09 am
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My dad introduced me to a tennis ball a month or so back. Man, is it just riveting to chase that ball around the yard and bring it back... beg for another throw and chase it again. I could just run and run all night chasing that ball. Sometimes my mom and dad make me stop and lay down so I don't over do it, but if I had it my way I would just keep on going. Now anytime one of my parents go to get a jacket out of the closet I just know it is ball time and I run outside my door and wait impatiently for them to come bring me the ball.

My mom is pregnant with thier first human girl and is due in 2 months, so I am trying to get as much ball time as I can. I have a hard time not chewing on the baby walker and swing in the garage. I can't wait to chase the baby around in it! Maybe she will throw the ball for me too!

My brother "Pops" loves to chase me instead of the ball when I am playing. It gets really annoying, but I ALWAYS beat him to the ball. It is MY ball and MY sport afterall.