Catch me if you can!

Quick blip tonight. Mum back late from Jury Service with a sore head and so Joe and I had a bit of a game in the garden.

I am beginning to realise that there is a difference between

a) tennis balls suitable for me and
b) tennis balls suitable for Joe.

Basically Joe's are much bouncier and less scraggy than mine. Can't think why!

This is me heading off with one of Joe's. Catch me if you can! Hee, hee.