Did I mention that I got seven tennis balls for Christmas? It was my very first Christmas and I was so excited to get a bunch of presents and they were almost all tennis balls! I wonder if there is a category in the Guinness Book of World Records for the dog with the most tennis balls. I bet I could win that. My birthday is in March and I bet I'm gonna get more tennis balls (hint, hint!) at my birthday party.When mom and dad don't have time to play ball with me, I usually play ball by myself until I fall asleep, like in the picture above. I like to smush up a blanket or two...or three, and snuggle down in them with my favorite ball. My favorite ball is whichever one Brother hasn't chewed up. He really makes me mad sometimes. He sneaks my ball away from me when mom and dad aren't around to stop him and even though I bark and bark at Brother and even give him kisses and ask nicely, he won't give my ball back. How mean is that? Not only does he refuse to give it back, he tears them up. It's a good thing mom has some extras hidden away to replace the balls Brother destroys or That Baby would be Sad Baby!
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