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BALLS

Booker and I were walking the other night and I looked down to see him--he is great to look at--and he had a new tennis ball in his mouth!

Keerist! Where did that come from? We passed some places that have dogs so I thought maybe it was a leftover toy but then, a block later, I realized that we had also passed a family playing tennis in a neighborhood house that is used as a rental.

"Should we take it back?", I thought.

Booker gave a firm negative vote. He had that ball tight in his jaws and kept it there for the rest of the trip. I abstained from casting my ballot.

He owned that ball the rest of the night. Finders keepers.

He is doing really well. Thing are so smooth that there is not a lot to report. John is beginning to work a bit each day on grooming him. I think it will work.

He loves rides in the Jeep and is a very good boy. He does think that the rider's seat is his when no one is in it but we are working that out.

The pool thing has cooled out. He is still a bit jazzed by being out there when we are in the spa and pool but clearly is not going to go swimming. He clings to the edge with all the force you can get out of your toes and keeps his butt high and his chin down. Low center of gravity. Funny dog.

He might fall in but, if so, I think that would do the job forever. Franklin was that way after two accidental dunkings. He is not alone out there at any time mostly because he doesn't want to be in the yard without us. Still staying close. And that is OK. He knows where the steps are and we would be there to show him out.

Walks are a joy. He has a strong prey instinct but is good about letting the bunny, lizard or squirrel go. The squirrels are the most compelling since they chortle. Chirp. It pisses him off.

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