The police helicopter is flying over the vast woods behind our house looking for marijuana grow ops and Abby is digging in the vegetable garden.
She is harvesting her crop of balls.
I think she believes Dwayne planted ball plants that have come to fruition. Every time her paws dig in the dirt, they unearth balls of various sizes and shapes of red and white. They are firm, somewhat crunchy, and stand up to being tossed up in the air repeatedly better than the green ones that she plucks off those shrubs on the other side of the garden.
Wait until the pumpkins ripen...