Natasha is going to have us brought up on charges. Lou found this collection of small tennis balls when we were in Florida. They are the size of golf balls and Natasha absolutely loves them. She can’t have them, because she will drive everyone nuts when she keeps putting them under the furniture.
I put them on top of the fireplace, thinking they would be safe from prying eyes. Somehow, someway, she spotted them today. This then lead to a very insistent, and crying dog. She HAD to have those balls and she was determined to get them.
UhOh, here comes Stitch to offer advice. He is the houndini of getting to impossible places. This can’t be good.
Oh yes, advice from Stitch … “Climb up on something, anything, to get you closer to your prey” (which, in the case of Stitch, is usually a loaf of bread).
After watching this for 15 minutes or so, I distracted Natasha and hid the small tennis balls. She is still convinced they are up there somewhere, but is not as obsessed – for the time being.
Now she naps, no doubt dreaming of all the little tennis balls …