Wiffle Ball Tale

She was sitting on top of the couch, at the window waiting for me to return. As I pulled into the driveway, home from dental school, Greta, our brown Dachshund, lit up with glee.

A package of six wiffle balls had arrived. Immediately Greta took me to the box of balls, I grabbed one and threw it across the floor. The dog jumped it and brought it back and dropped it, ready for round two. A new bonding, man and dog, had begun.