The death of a Tennis ball

Along with a new house we acquired a dog. He will force me to learn patience, mercy and not placing stock in my earthly dwelling place :)

Meet Trotter.

 For one whole week this tennis ball never left his sight...

 ...or his mouth...

 ...except for a good game of fetch...

 ...but then it broke....

...and was buried in the trash with Kroger bags, a breadstick box and some cherry tomatoes that fell on the floor...

Trotter dog was so sad...

...but then he remembered he had two crazy cool humans to love on instead...

...even if they don't share their Doritos....

The End!