I’m sure some of you are saying to yourselves, “for the love of all that’s holy, Susan…pick up a paintbrush, refab some thrift store crap, or even whip out the glue gun but PLEASE no more Riley stories.
Sorry folks. Here in the arctic tundra known as the Chicago burbs my creative veins are pretty much frozen solid.
And during the weekdays with my peeps at work and school, Riley’s the only one here to amuse and entertain me.
So it’s Riley or the highway.
And she is pretty darn cute.
So this morning we played a fun little winter time version of Riley’s reason for living (chasing tennis balls).
The normal version involves me using a tennis racquet and hitting the tennis ball oh, let’s just ballpark it….FIFTY times before she gets tuckered out.
The WINTER version involves me throwing (the tennis racquet is buried somewhere under the snow) the tennis ball and having it quickly bury itself under several inches of snow.
The beauty of this little game is that it requires much less energy on my part, but the amusement factor goes up exponentially.
Instead of the ordinary throw, retrieve, throw, retrieve routine…
it becomes throw…wait for it…where’d it go…look left…look right…puzzlement…then she goes into a WHERE’S MY DANG BALL FRENZY mode…
The best part is watching her tail through the whole process. The back and forth and loopdeeloops crack me up.
Here’s a little video (ya know, just in case you are bored in an arctic tundra of your own).
You gotta sing Willow Smith’s “I Whip My TAIL back and forth…I whip my TAIL back and forth” in your head as you watch. It makes it ever so much more amusing.
Click the link below to watch the video:
And when we’re finished playing, she gets a snowcone for dessert.
Well, I’m off to do laundry…ya know it’s not ALL fun and games around here.