Yep. That’s me. And that’s my newest park treasure. The incredibly annoying part is that I cannot bite a basketball. I try, and I try, and I try, but still it resists the sweet bursting that a soccer ball so readily submits to. Very satisfying. But a basketball is just too big to get my mighty jaws around and sink my teeth into. So mama just has to keep kicking it out from under me, and I chase it, capture it in my manly paws, shove it back through my muscle-y haunches, and then the fun starts all over again.
Love,
Bogart