Wandering Aimlessly

I might have mentioned a time or three that my puppy is... unique.

It's taken us over a year to foster her interest in balls. Like so many other things, she used to be terrified of them. Then, she just didn't know what to make of them. Recently, she's started chasing about 65% of balls thrown her general direction, pouncing on about half of those, and bringing back... well, almost none of them. But still! She's learning that balls can be fun!

Today, at the tail end of our 45-minute walk run-and-play, we walked past the tennis courts. I hadn't brought along the key, so I couldn't take her in to run around off-leash. But there happened to be a tennis ball on the lawn just outside the fence, and. She wanted to play.

This, as I try my best not to let her get tangled in or choked by the leash. What thanks do I get? She tries to run me into a tree!

She's been passed out on the couch ever since. *g*