"I love tennis balls. I Really, really love them. I love everything about them. Love how they fly through the air, how they bounce, and the sounds they make when they do. I love how they look. I love how they smell, and I love how they taste. I love to chew them, and peel their fur from them. I love them when they’re brand spanky new. I love them just as much when they’re covered in mud and falling apart. I just love them. Can't help myself. And I especially *l*o*v*e* chasing them. My dad throws them for me. He throws them as far as I can run and as high as I can see. He’ll sometimes trick me by just pretending to throw one. It’s brilliant! I can’t get enough of that game. I can chase tennis balls all day every day. The one thing I really don’t understand about tennis balls is, er, tennis. It’s so silly. Why would anyone want to play tennis balls without a dog? I could chase those balls at Wimblydon. Just let me in! People can be weird sometimes." Lola 25th Nov '13