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.