Hello everyone. This is The Daily Bone and I’m your sporty doggie commentator Chester L. W. Stephens.
As you can see, I have a tennis ball. In fact I own several tennis balls, but unfortunately I can only carry one at a time. The humans play a special game using tennis balls and something called a racket, and they play on a special area called a court. They use the racket things to hit the ball back and forth across a net, but nobody ever catches the ball and runs away with it. That seems kind of futile to me, so I’ve made up my own rules for playing tennis. Here they are:
Most importantly, the tennis ball is always mine. I enjoy running after the tennis ball if you throw it, but only one or two times. After that I will take my tennis ball and walk away with it.
I usually hide my tennis ball under the furniture until I think it’s time to get it out. The humans must stop whatever they’re doing and move the furniture so I can get my tennis ball out from underneath. I will continue to bark at it until they do so. Last and most important, the tennis ball is always mine! Any questions?
This comic reminds me of a certain someone …