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December 22nd 2006 3:11 pm
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Wooof. It's about time that Mommy finally got me up and on the web. I know she's intended to forever.
Well let me tell you a little about myself.
I have a thing for tennis balls, in fact I have such a thing for tennis balls that once Daddy had a friend who was a "ball boy" at the US Open ( I WANT that Job!) and he collected tennis balls by the hundreds for me and brought them home.
What a day! Hundred's of tennis balls, bouncing, rolling, moving every which way. I didn't know which one to chase.
I love to have one in my mouth and go after another one. I like to stuff them under the furniture where I have to call Mommy and Daddy to get them back out. I love this so much that Daddy put this stuff under the furniture so my balls can only go about a foot back and I can still, if I try really really hard, get them back out. Sometimes I find a spot where I can stick my ball that I can't get it and even though it makes me crazy I like this best.
It's been years since those first US Open balls came home, but every once in a while a brand spanking new one comes out (I think from Heaven) and appears to me. Then I go crazy for hours and hours until Mommy and Daddy have to take the ball away before I give myself a heart attack.
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