Sis gave me a few of the files of the photos she took of Riley at the beach a couple of weeks ago. We'd get up early to walk when it was cool (and no one around). Bought a couple of cheap play balls for Riley to pop... (which he didn't, so we had two more things to pack into an overstuffed car... Then he popped them as soon as we got home. Silly boy!) See the ball... BE the ball... High-flying stripey dog IS the ball... Stupid ball is no match for the stripey dog... Don't worry, Mom, I've got it... And I'm not giving it back! That's it.