Playing Ball

Dear Diary,

OMG! What a great day. I went out into the backyard like usual, but today my foster dad brought this bright green fuzzy round thing. I have never seen anything so beautiful and tasty looking. I admit that I felt a little unlady-like drooling over the thought of chewing on it. I was snapped out of my trance when my foster dad threw the green sphere of deliciousness as far as he could. I took off...after all you have to chase something that looks that pretty. Finally, the fuzzy round thing was in my mouth (where it belongs) and I was trotting back to my foster Dad to find out why he would throw such a great thing away. Get this, I drop it at his feet and after he rubbed me for returning it...he threw it again. Is this guy nuts? I mean, my friends back in the kennel wouldn't believe me if I told them someone was tossing something so valuable away. C'mon foster dad, I got it this second time but you're going to have to be more responsible. He rubbed me again, scratched my back legs, and told me that this was called playing ball. Oohhhhh, this is a game and that fuzzy green thing is a ball. He' throwing the ball just for me so I can do what I was born to....run really fast! We played ball for 30 minutes until I was panting like I just won the daily double! My foster dad took me inside and after I had a drink, I laid down and dreamt of my forever home. There was lots of ball playing in that dream, HINT HINT!