Evening Ball Test

I trotted back inside through the door gap with my bright pink superball tucked tight under one arm! Night was settling in, and my legs were pleasantly tired from the park run. Over by the coffee table, a cardboard tissue box rested flat on the floor beside the woven rug edge. Perfect target! I set the rubber ball down, backed up two paces, and gave it a solid kick with my shoe. Boing! It smacked right against the cardboard side and bounced straight back into my waiting hands. A loud, happy yip escaped my mouth! Headquarters is fully secure for the night!