Well...I guess teeeechnically it was mischief on Sunday...but it still counts, right? So...my friend Honey (who, as you remember, is my dad's family's standard poodle) has a thing for anything and everything that squeaks...and her most favorite thing these days is a Kong squeaker tennis ball. We're all hanging out in the backyard, Mom is throwing Honey's ball for her....when suddenly Mom throws it and it just DISAPPEARS on poor Honey! She saw it fly...she saw where-abouts it should have landed...but she just couldn't find it! She looked and looked and looked and Mom didn't even offer to help! She just pulled out her 'ol camera and starting snapping away, laughing. Laughing! What kind of mean ol' person laughs at some poor poodle's plight like that?!  But Honey never once gave up...not until... AH-HA! THERE YOU ARE! At which point mischievous MOM, who later told me she knew where Honey...