Sep 2009
Balls of Fun
08/09/09 19:36 Filed in: Pawsonal
Sometimes my Mom and Dad get it right. Many
darknesses ago I found a lovely orange ball among the
trees. It is fantastic. It bounces well, it rolls
like a dream and it is also wonderful to chew. I am
so pleased with it.
So what did they do? They went out and found two of my new ball's brothers and brought them home. They were much younger and newer and cleaner and brighter but they were truly related to my great ol' ball. So that meant, when I took my two-leggers for a walk, we could bring two or three orange balls with us. My Mom and Dad like the balls too. They like to throw them. In fact, they like to throw them a lot. Some walks, all they want to do is throw my lovely orange friends.
So, because I'm a sweetie, I run after the ball, catch it and bring it back so these poor little two-leggers can throw it all over again. I don't know what they find so great about throwing these balls but, after I've spent about half an hour running them down and bringing them back, I have to lay down the law. Literally. I lie down on the ball and say, "No more. You've played enough. It's time to go home."
About ten darknesses ago, though, my Mom was throwing the balls and having lots and lots of fun. My friend Riley was there and we were both going to get the balls so that she could have fun throwing them again. Then my Mom threw one and neither Riley nor I saw where it went. We both ran and sniffed and pawed in the field for a long time but we couldn't find it. My Mom was so sad.
The next day, we went back to the same field to look for the ball again. Somehow, however, instead of finding the lost ball, we managed to lose the other new one. So my original lovely orange ball was all alone again.
So sad. My Mom was upset. We went home to get my Dad and then all three of us tried to look for the lost balls. No luck.
So what did my lovely Mom and Dad do? They went and found two MORE orange balls and adopted them into our family. They must be distant cousins or something but they're still family. I don't think I need to tell you, however: we take really good care of these new little ones!
So what did they do? They went out and found two of my new ball's brothers and brought them home. They were much younger and newer and cleaner and brighter but they were truly related to my great ol' ball. So that meant, when I took my two-leggers for a walk, we could bring two or three orange balls with us. My Mom and Dad like the balls too. They like to throw them. In fact, they like to throw them a lot. Some walks, all they want to do is throw my lovely orange friends.
So, because I'm a sweetie, I run after the ball, catch it and bring it back so these poor little two-leggers can throw it all over again. I don't know what they find so great about throwing these balls but, after I've spent about half an hour running them down and bringing them back, I have to lay down the law. Literally. I lie down on the ball and say, "No more. You've played enough. It's time to go home."
About ten darknesses ago, though, my Mom was throwing the balls and having lots and lots of fun. My friend Riley was there and we were both going to get the balls so that she could have fun throwing them again. Then my Mom threw one and neither Riley nor I saw where it went. We both ran and sniffed and pawed in the field for a long time but we couldn't find it. My Mom was so sad.
The next day, we went back to the same field to look for the ball again. Somehow, however, instead of finding the lost ball, we managed to lose the other new one. So my original lovely orange ball was all alone again.
So sad. My Mom was upset. We went home to get my Dad and then all three of us tried to look for the lost balls. No luck.
So what did my lovely Mom and Dad do? They went and found two MORE orange balls and adopted them into our family. They must be distant cousins or something but they're still family. I don't think I need to tell you, however: we take really good care of these new little ones!