The storm before the calm

Warning--this is a sissy heavy post. You might turn green reading this one, too.

Yesterday the apes decided to try to wear us out before they left so we wouldn't behave like WILD ANIMALS while they were gone. This generally means letting me meander around while throwing the tennis ball to my sissy so she makes funny faces.

Like this one:


Here she is practicing walking on two legs.


When the tongue starts flapping you know she's getting tired.


Beware the teeth.


How does she avoid biting off her floppy tongue with those nasty teeth?


And she continued to embarrass me with her tenuous control over her own mouth.


Flip.


Flop.


And then this happened. I decided I wanted to play tennis ball even though I could care less about tennis balls or fetching. Sometimes a boy just wants a ball, ok?

So if you look the ball has been thrown to me and is bouncing just above my head. Sissy does not watch where she is going and...


BIFF!

My sissy heard a mouthful from me. And look who got the tennis ball!


All's well that end with Wally getting what he wants.


Ahhhhhhhhhh!