Jonty's Nest

Our lovely boy Jonty was castrated last week and we've been under strict instructions from the vet not to whack tennis balls around the garden just in case he pops his stitches on the gallop. Jonty, of course, doesn't understand about sutures, he only understands the pleasure of the chase, feeling so full of energy he might just explode and wondering why we've stopped playing his favourite game in the whole, wide, wide world.
So, just to nudge us along you understand, he's gathered all the lost tennis balls from around the garden and arranged them in a little pile, just so we stupid humans can spot them and take the hint.