Good Eye

My dad made up a new game with the tennis ball where he would throw it onto the roof. At first, I would watch it bounce off and run to catch it. Eventually I learned to listen closely for where I thought it would be when it rolled down and catch it in my mouth. I was pretty good at predicting the landing.

Barclay on the other hand wasn't as good at this new game. Maybe because he's still a youngster. He could never track where the ball was going. In fact, when my dad threw the ball on the roof, Barclay noticed the direction it was going and ran inside the house. He didn't realize it went upwards. Silly dog... So much to learn. Good thing Sawyer is here to teach you Uncle Barclay!