Sunday, July 19, 2009
Dog Climbs Tree
To say that Ira is a bit of a ball fanatic is to say that Mussolini was a bit of a fascist. The Yorkie found a tennis ball in the bushes over on the island. He always seems to find a tennis ball, like his prune sized brain has the same set of neural receptors as Roger Federer. He cajoled, whined and prodded the men of our camp into playing fetch for upwards of five hours. When enough was decidedly enough for everyone except Ira, I put the ball up in a tree. Even Sadie looks on in disbelief as spiderdog defies both gravity and his species to climb vertically up the tree and retrieve the ball.