Apparently, I Play Pickleball Now!

My new pickleball paddle!

So… Mommy plays pickleball a couple of times a week. No big deal, right?

Well, then she got Daddy to start playing.

That may have been a mistake. πŸ˜‚

Now Daddy LOVES pickleball. He plays it, talks about it, and apparently has become just a little obsessed with it.

So I guess Mommy decided that if pickleball was becoming a family affair, I needed to see what all the excitement was about, too.

Mommy bought me my very own pickleball paddle! πŸ’–

It even came with its own ball.

I say came with because apparently Annie decided the ball was hers. She stole it.

So, before my pickleball career even got started, I was already down a ball! πŸ™„πŸ˜‚

I inspected my paddle carefully. I posed with it. I even tried to look like I knew exactly what I was doing!

But I do have one question…

Where are the treats?

Because if Mommy and Daddy expect me to start exercising AND chasing a little plastic ball around a court, we’re going to need to discuss my contract. πŸ˜‚

For now, I think I’ll stick with my version of pickleball:

Dink. BARK! Repeat. πŸΎπŸ’–

XO

~Cadie

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*** We know that rope toys can pose a risk to dogs if pieces are chewed off or swallowed. Cadie does not normally get rope toys, and she β€” and her sisters β€” are always well supervised with this one. ***

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