I took a break from yard work to grill up some lunch. That didn’t stop Greta from trying to convince me to play fetch.
First, she left the ball on the steps and just stared at it, willing it to move.
When that didn’t work, she laid down to wait patiently.
Well, sorta patiently.
Needless to say, after lunch we played fetch.
And by now, that ball was a soaking wet mess.