Who Says Dogs Can’t Play Tennis

Who Says Dogs Can’t Play Tennis

Jade here, updating you from my little corner of the world. My parents took me to the park the other day with tennis rackets in their hands and tennis balls in their pockets. I was a bit nervous of those rackets. The sheer size alone made me hesitant to get close. But then out of those pockets came the animated bouncing lime green Wilson balls, who quickly became my new best friends. Who says dogs can’t play tennis? This is when the adventure began. My humom hit that ball far far away and I ran for it as fast as I could. Stretching my legs felt so good. I was proud to get that ball and brought it all the way back so that my mom could hit it for me again. Humom whacked that ball straight to my dad, which he returned back to her with a smack of his racket. I waited eagerly for the ball to be hit to me and soon enough there it went. After around three times of chasing that ball I was out of breath. I sat and watched humom and dad pop the ball back and forth, all the while begging them to take a break so they could sit next to me and rub my belly. After our short break we were at it again. My dad hit a ball for me that was not very far away. I went and got it but only brought it halfway back. I figured I was getting enough exercise and it was my dad’s turn to go get the ball. After about thirty minutes...
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