Greg and Frito play ball

Greg first has to extract said ball from Frito's chompers.

And what a catch.  Holy smokes!

Looks like it was cleanly fielded by the furry four-legged outfielder.

And Frito is running it all the way back to home base.

And now he rests.  What a play!

Playing with Mom

Oh boy. It's not every day you get mom down on the ground to play catch. Whoopie. I'm in a fetchin' kind a mood. Some folks we know would say "Boy's he's fetchin'," but the'dy be commenting on my adorable cuteness.

Anyways, suffice it to say that I did a bunch of retrieving, and then, eventually, took my ball and just went off by myself to cool down and relax. This playing fetch can be exhausting ;-)

Go fetch

"Go fetch," my Bro' yells as he flings the tennis ball.

Since I've been home from my trip to Alli's, I must say, I have gotten quite a bit of exercise.

Mom and Alpha and Greg all working outdoors. Mom is working in her gardens, and Alpha and Greg are rebuilding the deck.

Oh yeah, and great weather too, so I get to spend all day outside.

Whew, so much exercise, I'm tired just thinking about it.