For a senior lady I still enjoy some daily youthful, energetic play time. I have my shoelaces, my 'nip pretzel and my new jingly balls, and mom and dad are pretty good about keeping me entertained. Though my 'nip pretzel has seen better days I still relish a round or two with it, especially when dad plays with me right before bedtime. This is our nightly ritual, and when I don't get enough before hitting the hay I let him and mom know by dragging my shoelace around the apartment in my teeth, moaning and wailing until one or the other of them comes out from the bedroom to see what's wrong. Of course, you know that I know that they know there's nothing wrong with me. I usually only want a little more play time. That's all. Is that too much for a playful old gal to ask? My pretzel has certainly seen better days, as you'll see in the last photo. It's only a matter of time before it needs to be replaced. Most of these photos could easily fall under "fails", but dad claims they're action shots. Okay, dad.