Dave and I both "enjoy" back aches.....but then so do most of my friends. You reach a certain age and it's almost a given. And we've been to physical therapy over the years and we each have a set of exercises we do. At least we do them pretty religiously until our backs feel better and then we sort of "forget".
So we are now both back on the rug doing our stretching and bending and counting etc. And we have a personal PT helper.
After all, anything on the floor is in Fenway's territory. So the minute Dave or I creak and groan our way down to the carpet he runs to his toy basket and brings us a gift. We're on his floor, we certainly should be able to throw his ball! He will literally drop it on your face to get your attention. And if you do manage to grab it and give it a toss he races away only to bring it back....again and again and again.
Therefore I share with you a lovely photo of me (the angle displays the double chin area) and my helper. Head cocked....."What do you mean it's not time to play?"
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