Play ball !

Clar gave the " girls " 2 squeaky balls, one purple, one green, which are still from her little poodle's toy box.
The purple one is in higher regard than the green one, maybe because it squeaks more exited than the other one.
So we accidentally found out that Molly likes to play ball.
We have at least 4 old tennis balls in the house, plus 2 that have an X cut into them to protect the legs of an old walker. Molly never looked at the tennis balls and never looked at the dozen or so weathered ones in the backyard either.

Waldi was our tennis pro. He owned countless balls and received an endless supply from Hans, who , before knee and elbow problems, was an avid tennis player.
Waldi knew when a new shipment had arrived in the garage. Just follow the tennis smell, stand in front of the bag and summon Dad because Waldi insisted on inspecting the new equipment.
I can barely remember Waldi ever being without a ball. He barked through the ball in his mouth , he slept with more than one and laid one next to his bowl when he was eating. He even kept several in the car.
The tennis balls were strategically placed in the grass and in the rocks and Waldi knew where every one belonged. When Dad was cutting the grass, Waldi put them back.
He even worked hard to pull the balls off he walker. Occasionally he brought an icy snowy ball inside in the winter and let it dry in a small puddle.

Molly invited Andy to play with the squeaky ball ! Only problem is , she loves to catch it but does not let it go and wants to pull and tug with Andy.
Playing Tug of War with a small doggie can break or chip her teeth and can cause whip lash injuries.

Raskal, our first dachsie was an excellent ball player. He played with a bavarian team " The Leupoldsgruner Wienerle " ( small hot dogs ) and joined everyone afterwards for a beer. He loved beer and I thought, he would be smart enough to know when he had enough to drink. He was not smart enough and neither was I. He stumbled over a tiny stone edging in the grass, fell down and slept there for a while.
In Florida, beer ball games were played every evening. What a goalie he was, fast, skillful and catching every ball. Ohren however sat next to Dad , umpired and still had his little bowl of beer without having to excert himself.

In the meantime the girls expanded their repertoire of games.
They added " Body lifting " and the " Office 500 ".
Molly has the advantage when "lifting " Schatzi. The long dachsie with her short little legs, fits under Schatzi's tummy and yanks her hind legs a few inches off the floor.
The " 500 " is played in Dad's office.
A small circular track goes through the knee hole in his desk around table legs, past computer equipment , a guitar stand and other male stuff . The girls race there in tight curves at break neck speed.
They play so well together, way better than I ever hoped for.