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I don't quite remember how I got to where I am now. One day I was with all my brothers and sisters; then, I was in a pickup going somewhere. I wasn't scared, though. The human with me was nice. He picked me out of all the others, and that made me feel important. I wasn't too important before, because there was so many of us. I'm not sure how many, but it was a lot. That is Bandit's little boot in my mouth; I like to hear it squeak.

All I have are balls, but that's okay. I have always liked balls the best. My human takes me outside five or six times a day to play ball. We have a huge front yard, and he throws it way up in the air if he wants me to catch it. If the wind doesn't get it, I always catch it in my mouth (ed. note--like there was any other way). If he throws it out towards the road, I run as fast as I can to get it and bring it back. We will do this until his arm gets tired, or I just don't want to do it anymore. He says I have a ball fetish, but I don't. I just don't want any of the other dogs to get my ball; it has my slobber on it, and I want it to stay that way. I don't think I told you but I have a special ball that he throws and I go after everytime it gets dark outside. It flashes when it hits the ground; he says I couldn't see the other balls in the dark, but I bet I could.

But back to the fetish (I'm not sure what that means), I think he says that because I like to run around everywhere with a ball in my mouth. To me, that just means I like it. I always like to have it handy just in case he wants to play ball with me. But, most of the time, I have to get him; he doesn't volunteer very often. I have to give him credit, though, he will always play when I want to. I don't like to play ball with mom, however; she can't throw it very far, and I don't want to hurt her feelings, so I just pretend I'm tired.

I'll just kind of wander off to sniff the ground like Bandit and Hilde. Sometimes, we find a field mouse or two, and we chase 'em until we get tired or catch them, whichever comes first. We want to play with them, but they don't seem to want to play back. Bandit, though, she just carries them around in her mouth--ugh!! That is, until mom sees her. When Bandit sees that mom sees her, she stands real still and hopes mom won't see anything in her mouth. Fat chance! Mom sees almost everything. I wonder if that old saying is true: "that moms have eyes in the back of their heads." I really hope not, because all mom needs is the two in the front of her head.

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