About the Tennie Ball

I love a good tennie ball. I love to squeak them. Don't even try to tell me there's not a squeaker in there somewhere. One of these days I'll find it, too.

Unfortunately, That Beagle also likes a good tennie ball. And so I am inspired to this short, modest verse, which may have actually been written by John C. Bunnell but it's mine if I want it. I will use my purest soprano wolfish howl to sing it for you.

*ahem*

O tennie ball, O tennie ball,
How fuzzy is thy outside.
O tennie ball, O tennie ball,
How chewy is thy inside.
The tennie ball my dogmom flings;
That stupid Beagle back it brings;
O tennie ball, O tennie ball,
How messy now with slobber.