The object of my affections.

I love tennis balls. I have tons of them and they are all very special to me. I was playing today upstairs in my poodle room and this ball went under the bed. I sulked and sat on the floor staring at it until Mama came to rescue it. I get so distraught when my tennis balls go under the tv or the coffee table or the dining room table or the bed or under the deck. Sometimes Mama or Papa will get it for me and I zoom it back under something with my nose. They keep getting it for me. I pretend it's not fun to watch these two cater to my every whim. Papa has caught on and he keeps saying he is not going to get the ball anymore if I put it underneath something AND He continues to get it while he's saying this to me.
Mama on the other hand thinks I am so innocent and that I would never do something like that on purpose.
Well, that's kinda true. The first couple of times it was an accident until I saw how easily Mama or Papa would go get it for me....then it turned into HOURS of amusement.
Suckers.