Tennis, anyone?

I cannot walk more than a few feet anywhere in my home without encountering a tennis ball, either intact, or splayed open by a set of sharp teeth. This is Lola's way of gently reminding me that's it's time to go play. By the end of a typical workday, there will be a small, and adorable assemblage of toys laid beside my desk including tennis balls, a flattened and tattered volleyball, bone fragments, and a toy duck.