Pippi's Prize

This afternoon I was walking with my mom and Pippi, our yellow labrador. Pippi is quite obsessed with playing fetch. So much so that we can't even say word ball around the house without attracting her attention. Her ears perk up and she goes looking for one of her numerous tennis balls. Instead of voicing the word, we often resort to spelling it out so as not to get Pippi excited for nothing. This afternoon, we were walking past some bush on the edge of the park when Pippi stopped, sniffed for a few seconds, and scrambled as quickly as she could under the fence. She was hunting around in there for a little bit before popping out triumphantly, a ball clutched tightly in her jaws. This dog can smell a ball from practically a mile away. She carried her prize all the way home and we were hard pressed to get it away from her to wash the mud off of it.

In the photo above, Pippi seems to be thinking, maybe if I stare at it for long enough, it'll move...