Maybe it's not the animals...

Maybe it's just me.

Maybe I'm trying to drive myself crazy.

It was 77F here today. Only in the UP of Michigan can you get snow one day and then, four days later, have it hit almost 80. I had planned when I got off at 3:00 to run home, change, grab the dog, and head for the beach. I was really looking forward to our first warm day at the beach.

So, of course, I ended up working 11 hours. I got off work at 6:15 and had to run out to my sister's to get my dog. She was kind enough to pick the dog up and take her out to their house for a few hours this afternoon. By the time I got out there, I was hot, tired, cranky, and had a headache so the beach was out. I did, however, want to do something with the dog, so I took her to the bay where we usually go.

It was great. I threw sticks for her and she actually brought them back. The wind was strong all day, and the water was choppy so after about four swims, Riley had had enough and took the stick up into the grass as her way of telling me she was done.

I got a tennis ball from the car, got her attention, and rolled it across the parking lot. It's my way of getting some of the water off of her and it normally works well. Tonight, however, she took about five steps and then went back to her stick. I watched the ball, which was brand new, rolling across the parking lot and then I walked after it. It rolled all the way across the lot and into the grass with me following behind it.

When I got to the grass it was gone.

I checked the entire area.

It's a bright, lime green tennis ball. The grass isn't that high nor is it that thick in the area where we were.

But the ball was gone.

*sigh*

So, it's either me or it's the tennis balls.

Yeah... that's it.

It's the tennis balls.

They hate me.

Yup. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.