She's a Rugby Ball Slut!

It’s BEEN a LAZY Tuesday!  A lazy Tuesday morning that is.

I’m back from my ramble and sitting on the couch editing photos and watching TENNIS!

Intent concentration

Work can WAIT ... though I guess editing photos IS work.

Sam waiting for my coffee

There’s no-one home but me.  I’m sharing the couch with the hound and the BC (boy cat) AND I have the REMOTE! 

The fur-ball’s just whizzed past the window in hot pursuit of something with wings  ... not feathered fortunately.

It’s probably a butterfly or dragonfly and she’ll leave the dismembered parts in the bedroom.  She’s thoughtful that way ... and generous .... always wanting to leave me little gifts.

Talking of gifts, the new rugby ball had it’s baptism this morning.  It was hilarious.

Sam arrived on the beach and after his customary feet-seeking missile greeting, wanted the hound’s ball thrown.  She was a little non-plussed.  She went running to Carol to get the Chiefs ball but kept looking back at her new ball.

It wasn’t long before she ditched the Chiefs ball in favour of the new ball. 

Talk about confusion.  Sam just didn’t understand WHAT was going on.  He’s used to the routine of our morning ramble and that routine includes swopping balls.  This morning though my hound didn’t want his ‘OLD’ ball, she wanted her ‘NEW’ one.

They BOTH want the new ball and are getting rather vocal about it.

The Chiefs ball was left all at sea .... quite literally.

I guess that puts paid to the theory that the hound supports the Chiefs.  She supports whoever happens to have the NEWER ball.  
She’s a Rugby Ball slut!

Moments like this are magical.  
You couldn’t have scripted a more humorous start to our day.

He's barking at me to tell me to come and throw his ball.

The humour didn’t end there.  I, without thinking, sat on the sand to take photos of Alfie and Vinnie.  I should have known better.  Sam looked up from his trench digging and I could SEE his eyes light up! 

Sam dribbling the new ball

Sitting with your bum on the sand is an open invitation to him to climb on board.  Carol was so engrossed in her conversation with Julia that she didn’t even notice me being molested by her hound.  There I was tussling with Sam in the sand, trying to hold the camera aloft so it didn’t get damaged .... and she carried right on CHATTING!  The middle lemming was no help ... she was giggling too much at Sam’s attempts to smother me!

I survived ... luckily.

Ps. The tennis was ace!  US Open has a new champion .... King Rafa!

“Our capacity to make peace with another person and with the world depends very much on our capacity to make peace with our

selves.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh