Barney’s Tennis Ball Flock.
A few years back, one of my dad’s friends kindly donated a big bag of used tennis balls for Barney to play with. When I tipped the whole lot out for him in the front garden, his eyes nearly popped out of his head in excitement.
I’ve rarely seen him soooo happy as when he was rolling around on the grass with his very own flock of tennis balls - although I thinking keeping an eye on them all preventing any from potential escapees from rolling off under the bushes boggled his obsessive collie brain a bit!
Throwback Thursday (Sep 2009)