Phoebe listens to the sounds of Lulu sucking down a Mai TaiDear Diary,
It wasn't something we planned, but since we had the internet to ourselves and I was not interested in any new couture, Phoebe thought she'd shop for some new balls. Turns out when she googled new balls she got "fitness trainers". Who knew?!
That is when she decided that she wished to look like her friend Stell-a who has a Jayne Mansfield chest and a haunches that make Jlo jealous. Turns out Stell-a is a runner. Phoebe, when she looked up "running" as a fitness option, turned quite pale and yowled something close to panic.
That is when she clicked on racket ball. Racket ball is where you hit a really small ball with this thing like a fly swatter and bounce it against the wall. All Phoebe heard was ball flying through the air, and she had visions of fetch.
So she hired a trainer online to teach the art of fetch. Everyday they go to the park on the corner that says dogs must be on 6 foot leads, and he takes off her 6 foot leash since she is a client first, dog second. And then the workout begins.
He launches the ball slowly at first to get her warmed up and then lobs it with a crazy contraption that zooms the ball into outer space quite far. But Phoebe, bless her, is always one step ahead. I do think she needs doggles for the sunnier days because the ball often lands on her face before she can spot it. Might help if they used a ball that wasn't the same color as the sun..... Just saying.
Personally, I am worried about how out of shape she is. I can see the definition starting in her rear, and the chest is looking pretty good too. But she wheezes an awful lot. The trainer says that in a month if she is still wheezing she might want to try water aerobics with the senior class that starts at 8 every morning. I'm sure they would love to have her.
In the meantime, she fetches with a vengeance.
And I sip a Mai Tai in my lounge chair.
Love, Lulu
