Mum thought I looked a bit bored on Sunday, so as the sun was shining for a few minutes out came all my tennis balls from the side entry. What a collection: 30 tennis balls, 3 rubber balls, 1 cricket ball (yep, we found it!!), 1 Father Christmas ball - minus a squeak (oops), 1 football - slightly flat.
We played up and down the garden, mum throwing, me fetching and chewing!! I found out whilst playing with dad that I am actually quite a good goalie (or is he a poor striker?!!).