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BOOKERS BUSY DAYS

You read below about Booker's adventures in climbing the walls and then coming down.

Last night he racked up another tennis ball ten minutes into our walk.

A trophy.

Nothing would do but to go home and put it in his den. The living room.

Go out for the rest of the walk?

No sir. Not on your life. Gotta work on the ball. And he did.

A ten minute walk.

And now, this morning, John reports that while "inspecting" an empty house (John's architectural hobby) Booker found another tennis ball.

This time in the pool of the house.

The next thing John heard was a splash.

And the long unanswered question was answered.

"What if Booker falls into the pool".

He swims. He finds the steps. He gets out.

Just that simple.

John didn't say whether he would have jumped in to save the Book if he was foundering. But he didn't have to.

Booker brought the ball out with him and dropped it. Sopping wet. Booker and the ball.

John tried to get him to take the ball and carry it home.

Nothing doing. Bad ball.

They came home, Booker got dry.

Another adventure.

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