Tennis Disaster

While camping the lot of us decide to leave the campsite for a nearby park to play tennis and let the dogs run.  Once we get there we realize what an idealistic imagination we have.  To start everything off, everyone wants to play with the tennis balls and rackets.  Rylee is swinging carelessly at balls rolling by, Link is collecting our balls at the far end of the court and Eve is fearful of not standing between my legs.  However, we play on.

Rylee begins to pitch a fit for attention while Link acts as a bad ball boy would, keeping the balls for himself.  Eve, like Rylee, is starved for attention and anyone who will meet eyes with her is nearly pushed over by her careening body.  Needless to say, the game goes by very slow.  We finally encourage the pups enough to sit at the net and chill out for a bit.  Looking at their faces staring at you through the net is a little distracting when serving the ball.  Peace isn’t kept long though, Eve both pees and poos in the middle or our court during the middle of our game.  After washing the court off as much as was possible, we play on.  Towards the end of the game Eve begins to attack the net.  We finally give in and head home.

Naturally both personalities came through during this game.  Link rarely stopped collecting tennis balls while Eve followed at my heels so closely I fell over her more than once.



One response

  1. Good old golden retrievers :p When Laura brings ones home that she is training we never get a chance to have a turn retrieving the toys!

    Licks and lots of slobber,
    Lexi and Jasper the Danes

    August 19, 2010 at 12:26 am

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