
Ball patrol
Someone has to make sure the tennis balls don't escape.
I'm a doodle. Apparently, I'm also an author. Dad handles the typing.
There are balls to chase, places to explore, and quite a few stories to tell. Come on in. I promise to be mostly well behaved.
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My story started in Princeton, British Columbia. Dad found my picture online at Designer Doodles, and I became part of the family.
I've grown a little since then. My hair has certainly grown a lot. But I've always been curious about the world around me.
“Small dog. Big personality. Excellent taste in tennis balls.”

A story close to our hearts—about companionship, quiet courage, and how love stays with us.
By Michael Cross
Read the featured story →Teddy has more tales to share. Visit his storybook for illustrated adventures about friendship, respect, curiosity, and the occasional bit of mischief.
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Someone has to make sure the tennis balls don't escape.

They bring the rods. I bring the supervision.

Even a very busy doodle needs a little rest.
I'm Teddy. Union boss, ball inspector, and supervisor of one discontinued human. Dad does the typing. I handle the complaints.
I requested a replacement human. Customer Service says this vintage model is out of warranty, full of questionable replacement parts, and running outdated software. Naturally, I appealed.
For grown-ups only · Strong language · Not part of Teddy’s children's stories.
Adult Humour (18+)
Heads up: this section is for grown-ups and contains strong language. Teddy's children's stories are in The Tales.
Teddy has discovered that the world is a very big place for a little doodle. There are dogs to meet, places to explore, lessons to learn, and plenty of mischief waiting around the corner.
And Dad? Well, somebody has to carry the treats.
