No, it's MINE!

"No, it's MINE!"

And so it begins.

Freddy, the wiener dog, and baby sis Daisy's favorite toys are still the tennis balls.  However, they only want the tennis ball that the other has and not their own.  This morning was all about the tennis ball.  When I throw the ball, Daisy's long legs arrive before Freddy's shorter legs, but not by much.  Freddy's got game!  Daisy will wait for Freddy to pick up the ball, thus commencing "No, it's MINE!"  It seems to work out for everybody -- Daisy gets some playtime with Freddy; Freddy gets to be the center of attention and king of the hill; and I get to wear them both out for naptime.  I enjoy a good "No, it's MINE!" play.  Unfortunately, early in the morning and the tweens are still asleep.  Freddy's growling/bark and Daisy's high-pitched puppy bark disturb the two-legged boys.  The youngest two will just be a little grumpy if they don't finish their night's sleep, but that's nothing compared to how a 14-year-old is if awoken early.  Whew!  He's like Frankenstein, Dracula, Wolfman, Creature from the Black Lagoon, etc., etc. all rolled into one when he's tired and grumpy.  I kept running outside with the ball, but Freddy and Daisy would bring it right back inside.  I finally had to call off "No, it's MINE!" so they wouldn't wake the boys.  But, later.....