It was a warm, sunny beautiful weekend.  At least that's what I could tell from inside the den. My parents were out the whole time enjoying themselves.  Of course, when they came back to the den they told me and Bea about everything we had missed.
Saturday night the whole gang from the clinic, except me and Bea of course, went to something called a 'baseball' game involving crabs.  I love balls and games so naturally I was interested in the whole story.  Turns out people gather to eat hot dogs and watch a group of humans play with a ball.  They don't even get to play with the ball themselves.  Now, I would have gone just for the hot dogs, but I don't understand why you would go just to watch someone else play.
Sometimes I carry a ball around the house, and I know that Bea wants to play with it, but I don't let her. Then she chases me, and I run, and then I act like I'm going to let her catch me, but it's just a trick.  After awhile she gets tired and goes to sleep under the bed.
I guess that's what happened with my folks because when they came home they were dog-tired and went to lie in their beds too.

I think they need to have a dog day at the ball park.  I have some good moves that I could show them!