David's dog, Chauncey, is obsessed with tennis balls. He has their storage locations throughout the house memorized and he will stand by the desk/table/fridge and stare at the ball stashed on top with longing in his eyes, looking back and forth between the ball and any nearby person, hoping that person will relent and throw the ball down to him.
Chauncey realized tonight that a ball had been placed on the mantel. David, sitting on the hearth, provided the perfect ladder...
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