Getting ready for new puppy (Hattie)

Barb and her brothers and sisters are converging on the perfect white (so far) sand beaches of Destin, Florida for a week of beer, BBQ and bon homme.

Lucy (the Golden Retriever) and I are stock piling old newspapers and cleaning out the kennel in preparation for the newest member of our family. The photo above might or might not be her. Barb will select from the two females in the litter of five when she picks up the pup on her way back from Destin. We haven’t picked a name yet but the list is getting very short.

I mention this, in part, so you can brace yourself for what is sure to be a steady stream of puppy porn.

Lucy: Red Ball (2010)

Red Ball is a simple game. Someone (with opposable thumbs) throws the ball and Lucy runs madly after it and brings it back. And repeat.

Lucy loves playing ball more than anything (rawhide chews and rolling on dead animals a close 2nd and 3rd). She can do it for hours, with periodic trips to our faux creek to cool off.

As we play this game, I wonder if there’s anything in my life with such a high joy-to-effort ratio. Nothing comes immediately to mind. Except Red Ball.