If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, or if you are one of my friends, you know that we have two dogs, Gavin and Lucy.

Gavin is now the oldest Bull Terrier we’ve ever had at the age of 14 years and 4 months.

Lately, he has decided that his favorite pastime is killing tennis balls after diner. And lately, we have indulged him completely on his obsession. He pops one a night.

We had a good amount of tennis balls in the house stemming from tennis camps and tennis balls left there, asked permission for, and collected by The Curmudgeon, and brought home over the years.

The Curmudgeon was forced into retirement on 12/12/2003 so we haven’t had any new ones brought in since then and Gavin popped another one tonight…

We are down to the last two tennis balls that Gavin will get tomorrow and the next day.

I went to Amazon hunted for and found them by bulk. I ordered 50 tennis balls they should last him 50 days. I got them for about a buck a piece.

The temptation to roll them all out on the floor for him when they get here is great, but then I’d have to pick them all up or watch The Curmudgeon kill himself walking around here.

I think we’ll stick to one a night.