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Yes, grimiest screen door EVER. Gross. But I liked the photo.
Incredibly, the sun has been shining all week - and much of last week as well. This means lots of time spent in the backyard: grilling, tossing the tennis ball for Trooper, and taking the occasional picture.
Pretty little collection - behind the scenes at the Burke Museum (Taken with Instagram at Burke Museum)
Me: Ohmygod. TROOPER! What is that disgusting tennis ball doing inside?! aaarrhghh!
Trooper: What tennis ball? I don’t see any tennis ball.
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Trooper has few goals in life. One is to eat steak until he explodes in a final state of pure bliss. The other is to find tennis balls. Or baseballs, or ping-pong balls, or kickballs. But mostly tennis balls. He will famously detect the most well-hidden tennis ball. It can be underwater, it can be buried, it can be in a tree. He will find it. As you can imagine, “found” tennis balls are usually pretty horrific, often saturated in unidentifiable, but almost certainly bio-hazardous, slime. The rule is, he can pick them up on walks, he can even take them into our back yard (we are generous like that). But he cannot, under any circumstances, take them into the house. Unfortunately, Trooper has figured out that laws are only as good as their enforcement. GROSS, Trooper. Just - gross.
