So, when we got home from the spa and wanted to try our newly learned myofacial release techniques with some fresh balls from the hubs' old tennis stash, you'd think she'd leave us alone, no?
There's apparently something about that fresh tennis ball smell that is irresistible to dogs! Even if they don't give a hoot about fetch.
Every time we tried to massage our feet, hips or back, she was there. And she wanted to know why we were torturing her and not letting her have the ball.
If we didn't put them away right when we finished, she'd run off with them. She even managed to somehow open the drawer where I'd hidden them and snitch one.
So much for massaging ourselves wtith "fresh" tennis balls. I guess we'll be using old dog-slobbery ones instead!
In Other News
I hope y'all had a chance to pick up a copy of the anthology, A Cup of Christmas while it was free. If not, it's now only $1.99, and ALL proceeds will go to First Book, a children's literacy charity. In it you'll find my Fido-friendly story "The Year I Got All Grinchy." Why just send any ol' greeting card when you can send an ebook! :)
Thanks to Snoopy’s Dog Blog, Alfie’s Blog, and My Brown Newfies for hosting Monday Mischief!