dogsitting, again

With the fire and the ensuing chaos, we told the kids we'd watch the dog for the week. So Ana's back, and so are the never-ending games of catch the ball, catch the once stuffed whale (Ana has de-stuffed it), and catch virtually any other object tossed at her.

Here is the usual way in which this dog greets me, as if to say "It's in play. Make a move."
Then I toss it and:
...ad nauseum.
Meanwhile, our thirteen year old spaniel has her own ways to cope with the hyperactive interloper. It's called "get under the table and pretend you're a rug".
It's been a busy week and our crack cadre of sports researchers has uncovered another fine team name for all to enjoy. We have yet to receive one comment on this spectacular feature, but because it amuses us to no end, we plan to continue it well into this century. Anyhow, today's featured team is the Hiroshima Toyo Carp. That's it - if you want any back story for this one, do your own research - we're on a tight schedule.