Well, mama thinks I’m bored and so she started throwing this yellow thingy to. me over and over and it turns out I love to catch it and rabbit-punch it, so maybe she has hit on something, no pun intended.
So, uh, anyone up for a couple of sets, whatever they are?
Mama took tennis lessons but has never understood the terminology used in games. She does like that “love” seems to mean something meaningful, however. And “match point” is pretty easy to grasp, mama!
We did watch Djokovic take the cup over Federer, but we weren’t happy about that. Mama thinks Federer aces on water, haha.
As for me, I’m just out here practicing for my next game with Nadal…he doesn’t have a chance!
BRING HIM ON, BABY!
(Mama and papa have a friend who writes about tennis, and it appears that tennis is from time to time just some kind of racket, haha!)
Game, set and match! Where are the strawberries, Loulou?
UH, OH. I knew I had forgotten something…
teehee – we MUST play tennis the next time we’re together. Or at least chase the ball. It’s my FAVE thing to do!! I chase it, run back to my bed with the ball and hold it tightly so papa can’t throw it again – but then he distracts me with a kibble. Oh, when will I learn!!!???
Mya, you have to LET GO to get that ball rolling again!
You need a little tennis skirt, you would look so cute in it. XO
Oh, now there’s an idea! Like Serena…
So, is your mama buying you a tennis racket so you can play? Oh, yes, and a net?
A net? A net? Whatever that is! I thought the ball was enough.
I’m glad to see you are having a ball!
Oh, you are a Brian after my heart. So punny!
Umm, don’t look too deeply into what they “used to” string tennis rackets with LouLou. And remember, in tennis, love means nothing.
Oh you are too funny and yes mama remembers what they used to string racquets with but she’s not talking.