You GOTTA see this to believe it!

So yesterday afternoon, we're just going for our regular walk around the neighborhood (late afternoon, while the lions are still sleeping on their stoops) and we come around the corner and see this!

OMIDOG!!! Have you ever in your life seen a tennis ball this big? Cats, in your nine lives have you seen one this ginormous???

Mommy lifted me up so I could examine it more closely. Not an easy task while she was trying to take this photo at the same time. I sniffed it for Mango Suds®, as this ball looks to be just the right size for the Relentless Huge, but no such luck. 

However, I did read a word printed on it (thanks to the "Hooked on Phonics" book that Tanner sent, I'm reading like a pro these days). It said "WIMBLEDON 2003." Ahh, a nice vintage tennis ball.

Mommy said that Wimbledon is in England, near where Eric and Jackson live. Have you boys been holding out on me all this time???

Ahhh, in this photo, I'm following Queen Victoria's marital advice to her daughter...I'm closing my eyes and thinking of England. Must be a marvelous place with GIANT tennis balls all around. My relatives are from Scotland, maybe they know of such things. (My luck they'd be giant balls of Haggis. Hmmm, that might not be such a bad thing.)

Eric and Jackson, please fill me in on Wimbledon and these giant tennis balls as soon as possible. If they really do exist, I'm cashing in my frequent flyer points immediately and I'm on the next British Aire.

Aire rhymes with..."Hair!" Mommy and I were walking back from the dog run through the Meat-packing district (can I even begin to tell you how delicious those sidewalks smell? Especially on a warm summer evening???) and we came across a free preview of the musical HAIR that's opening at the Public Theater in Central Park next week. The tickets are FREE (can you believe it? And in New York where they charge you for everything!) but you have to wait in a big line to get them. So it was very exciting to just happen to get a spot right next to the stage.

Mommy sang along to "Aquarius" and "Let the Sun Shine" - what can I say? She's ancient. But then they started singing about hair! I know something about that. I kept waiting for the lyrics about "wire-hair" or "scruffy hair" or "really stinky and could use a bath hair." Even "wet dog hair" or "hairballs." I decided they really didn't know what they were talking about, so I had Mommy fluff my hair into a faux hawk and I sang my own words. Fortunately for the audience, the show was over, but it sure was fun! If you're coming to NYC in the next few weeks, try to get a ticket!