Obsession is not a bad thing

  Hazel is mad for tennis balls. She keeps losing her tennis balls in the house, and has been squeezing herself under and between furniture to find them. We've established a bowl on top of a high shelf for her balls, and I think we'll be limiting tennis ball play to the backyard.  She needs some exercise in the morning before her breakfast, so the current plan is to sit outside with my mug of coffee and play ball with her first thing in the morning. Hazel is filling my life with joy.