Life is good!

Fossey found a disgustingly manky old tennis ball on our walk today and insisted on carrying it with us. She thought I might like to play 'tug' with her with it, but it oozed cold muddy water when squeezed and just wasn't appealing to me. I did concede to give it a kick every now and again and she amused herself by alternating between it and a few sticks here and there. It really seemed to make her day!