Bela's BLOG

I am hesitating. I am not sure whether I should pick up my beloved tennis ball or not. I mean I love my tennis ball. It I s the first thing I think of when I open my eyes in the morning. I carry it with me everywhere I go. It is right beside me when I am eating. It sleeps with me in my kennel. Even when I go to bathroom, I place it right in the grassy area where I can see it. But now, we have an issue a very big issue. I stare at the tennis ball, hearing mommy call my name, telling me to bring the ball back to her......

I am an assassin that quietly hides in the corner, waiting for my victims. I bury myself in the bushes outside of the grassy area. I lie down to blend in with the bushes and wait patiently like a solider in a squad team. Ten minutes passed, target has not stepped into the yard. Kuma, my training partner, alertly lies in the grassy area, watching my every move. Another 10 minutes pass. Finally the target gently strolls out from the big tall tree and jumps on top of the fence....

Today is Saturday and we are going to have lunch with grandpa and grandma. After daddy and mommy dressed me up, fed me, changed my diaper and pack up my baby accessories, we headed out to meet grandpa and grandma at their house. When we arrived, a familiar face came to greed me. At first, I looked at her with a blank face and thought to myself, “Do I know her?...