Pork loves to chase the tennis ball. Loves it. It is his life. If there is a ball around, he wants it, thinks about it, needs you to throw it. All. The. Time. So anyway, we hide the ball for most of the day and then we take it outside for a little fetch and fresh air. And now that we have such a nice big back yard we can really throw the ball for him and he can really stretch his legs. So because I don't throw as far as Patrick by any means I like to use the tennis racket. I can really hit the tennis ball out of the park, so to speak. And after a while Bean decides to get into the action and pork and bean start to race around and forget all about giving the ball back to me. And Fynn picked up the racket the other day and decided he was going to help.
Fynn Checking out the racket.
Scoping out the competition.
Forget Tennis, what are you guys doing?
It was a really nice afternoon. And he had fun. Just loved that racket.
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