In and out and in and out and ...

A few (quite a few) years ago, I saw a darling clock at an antique mall. In the place of numerals, it read, "Let the dog in" and "Let the dog out." I have always, always regretted not getting it when I had the chance, as it pretty much sums up life in our household.

Except.

I realized yesterday we are a bit different since Marley came to live with us. Now our schedule is a bit more like this:

1. Pick up tennis balls in the house and put them away.
2. Marley grabs a ball each time he goes out.
3. Pick up tennis balls in the yard and bring them in; put them away.
4. Marley grabs a ball each time he comes in and leaves it in the house.
5. Repeat.

Ahh, life with dogs.

While Marley's ball of choice will always be a tennis ball, he loves them all!