Lucy loves her ball.
And her girl. But P doesn't love the ball so much.
It's slimy.
It's slobbery.
Lucy loves to chase her ball.
Then she loves to chew and slobber on her ball.
Then she likes to chase it again.
And again.
Her favorite ball is the pink one.
Because she is a girl.
SHE doesn't care if the pink ball is slobbery and slimy.
Why does it bother the girl so much?
"THROW MY BALL, GIRL!!"
"Oh, come on. It's not THAT bad.
THROW MY BALL!!"
Lucy loves her ball.
She wants to rest now though.
And be petted.
Lucy is a happy dog.
