I Don’t Get It

I don’t get it.  Really I don’t.  I was out and playing around while Houdini was sleeping – taking one of his many power naps during the day – snorts.  You see this blue thing.  Houdini loves it.  He says it’s his now.  It belongs to the purr things here, Hemi and Mouse Girl.  They played with it a hoof full of times and disregarded it.  You know how fickle some purr things can be.

Then Houdini found it again.  There’s a ball inside of it that I do believe calls his name and taunts him.  It doesn’t bother me much.  I would shrug my shoulders if I had any – snorts and rolls with laughter.  I don’t get the fascination.  There’s a ball inside of it that rolls around the confines of the contraption.  So what.  I don’t get it.

Now if mom put some Gold Fish in there or some Animal Crackers, it might become my new best friend.  I would definitely play with it… until I got all my treats out.

Houdini though – he can play with this thingy for hours.  He pushes it all over the front room floor.  He paws at it trying to get the ball.  He barks at it.  I mean really barks ferociously like he’s going to take it apart.  It’s kind of funny to watch.

And that’s what we do – the purr things and I just watch and laugh to ourselves.  We just don’t get it. But hey we are all for the little guy playing with it for hours.  I mean hey if he’s playing with it for hours that means he’s not messing with us.  That means we have mommy time.  Yeah, I like the sound of that just fine.

You carry on big dog.  I just know you’ll get that ball…. one day.  Evil snorts.