Our backyard is faced to the elementary school's play ground. Basically anyone can enter the ground (when not in use, of course), so we often see parents and their kids in neighborhood playing baseball after school (Poirot loves to run around in the ground as well). And as a result, we get many baseballs flying over the fence to our backyard. When we are at home, we just throw them back to the ground, but if we are not at home, then balls just sit in our backyard and become Poirot's toys.
Today we found a football in our backyard. Poirot got very excited!
Because of the oval shape, Poirot could not predict where the ball would go, and he had to work hard to chase the ball and catch it.
But in less than 5 min, he got tired of playing with the ball, and started eating grass. Poirot, you really have a short attention span...