You might have overdone it with the tennis balls, Santa. Maybe.. But I like Louie a lot.. And he only had that one ratty-looking chewed up-ball.. Besides.. Define overdoing it.
I was over at my sister’s house last night watching my niece’s dog play with a couple of tennis balls. One went in her mouth; the other she kicked around like a soccer ball, usually while holding the one in her mouth. And she always knew which ball was which: You couldn’t make her put in her mouth the ball she kicked around, nor could you make her kick around the ball she put in her mouth.
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member almost 10 years ago
GROG Premium Member almost 10 years ago
There must be at least one for every day of the year.
Happy Christmas, Crew
Charlie Fogwhistle almost 10 years ago
And in sports news, the Davis Cup tennis tournament won’t be held this year due to a shortage of tennis balls. Merry Christmas everyone.
SR almost 10 years ago
Deck the halls with balls of jolly.
SallyLin almost 10 years ago
Panel 4 defines overdoing it! Lol!
instigator20 almost 10 years ago
Good Morning Crew,Now that is going “OVERBOARD” Merry Christmas CrewHave a GREAT DAY MATIE’S
Dry and Dusty Premium Member almost 10 years ago
Yeah, just a tad overboard Santa, just a tad!
TO CHIP AND THE CREW:
Leroy almost 10 years ago
Louie looks happy. :-)Merry Christmas everyone!
dogday Premium Member almost 10 years ago
No such thing as 1. too much chocolate and 2. too many tennis balls!
dogday Premium Member almost 10 years ago
And thank you, Chip. You’ve expressed how we feel about the whole Overboard crew. Especially Louie!
James Hopkins almost 10 years ago
jkth almost 10 years ago
Louie had a very Merry Christmas!
damifid0 almost 10 years ago
Morni’n crew. :) Peace.
Marathon Zack almost 10 years ago
Merry Christmas! The Savior was born!
She Mc almost 10 years ago
Louie got one wish, I hope the hamburgers are next! Merry Christmas everyone! X
I LOVE LOUIE MORE almost 10 years ago
As long as Louie is happy….
K M almost 10 years ago
I was over at my sister’s house last night watching my niece’s dog play with a couple of tennis balls. One went in her mouth; the other she kicked around like a soccer ball, usually while holding the one in her mouth. And she always knew which ball was which: You couldn’t make her put in her mouth the ball she kicked around, nor could you make her kick around the ball she put in her mouth.