Sophie Rules the World

Secret Admirer?

Now that the white stuff is finally melting,
Sophie has two things on her mind -- rolling in the
last bits of dirty snow and getting as muddy as possible.
The lure of the tennis ball is about the only thing
that will take her mind off the muck
and the muck off my gleaming hardwood floors.
Fortunately, one of us has a secret admirer.

The other morning, I opened the front door and ....

..... (wait for it) .....

..... (wait for it) .....

Mon Dieu!

A bag full of tennis balls!

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Now Sophie is brilliant, but she's not all that bright.
She didn't realize it was a gift.
She seemed to think she'd stumbled across it by accident
and scoped the scene to make sure
no one/dog was lurking nearby .....

.... and then began the insanity of keeping
two dozen tennis balls from rolling off the balcony.

Sophie thinks she's has a secret admirer
(and is wondering if it might be Wally or Marvin).
Being smarter than the beast,
I know the secret admirer is mine!

A special note to our darling Monsieur V: Thank you, thank you, thank you,
for helping make spring a little less mucky.