joseph comes to live Porch Dribble

I slipped right through the gap under the screen door to get out into the morning air. Sitting right on the rough concrete was an old, scuffed tennis ball left near the welcome mat. It was practically as big as my whole torso, but I didn't care. I charged forward, planted my green shoes, and shoved that fuzzy sphere with both plush hands. It bounced with a loud hollow thud on the bottom step and rolled straight across the asphalt driveway. First outdoor shot of the day, dude, and nobody can block that.