Oh friends – come closer. See that toy mom is holding in her little paw? It will be the death of me. Mom/dad bought it for me last weekend because I’ve been a good boy and they thought I needed another outlook for all of my energy besides chasing Hemi. I thought chasing Hemi was just fine but I was wrong. This toy.. this toy is “it”.
You see it’s like a pyramid and then there’s that amazing tennis ball inside of the pyramid. I have tried *everything* – and I mean *everything* – to get that ball out of the pyramid. It mocks me. I can lick it. I can put my snout in between the slats and sniff it – even touch it. But I.can’t.not.get.the.ball.out!
I spent all day the first day walking around with this contraption in my mouth, barking at it, chasing it and demanding for that ball to GET OUT. But it wouldn’t. Mom says that the ball is working. I don’t understand that. The ball is NOT working. It won’t get out and play with me. You just don’t understand the frustration. Mom even took a video of me with said ball. You will even see my ‘cave’ under the chaise. I made this cave by pulling the blankie down and moving the ottoman closer. It’s my private place. We all need one of those, right? I hope you see how difficult that ball is being.
Afterwards, make sure you check out Jokes with Daddy. It’s a classic today. Thanks my friends!