Home on Sunday

Today started out like a lot of other Sundays - with waffles.  Jim and Jean left for most of the day.  They were home in time to feed me dinner.  We played some tennis ball and walked out to the garden.  Later Jean took me outside to play more tennis ball but it was raining.  She threw the tennis ball one time then told me we had to go in the house.  I stood there and stared at her.  I could not believe she would

only throw the ball one time.  We came in the house and we went into the basement and she threw the ball until my tongue hung out.