The other day, I ordered fifty tennis balls for Gavin.

He’d popped his last one, and dig as he might through the toy box, he couldn’t find another one.

They arrived yesterday afternoon.

Gavin is a hoot. Any other dog would have gone for all of them.

Not Gavin. He took one out of the bag and played with that all evening until he had completely popped it in half.

Got to love this old boy!