While on Winter Break, I decided to clean under our bed--a task that was long overdue, trust me. Of course I had a little brown helper. Coco was right there with me the whole time...a little bit scared and a lot curious.
After an hour or so of cleaning, I had unearthed 7 balls from underneath the bed (and a mountain of other crap I won't mention). I can assure you that neither Daddy nor I put these balls under there. My little brown helper is the culprit.
I have no idea how she gets all these balls under there! And it seems like we are forever dragging them out anyway; I don't know how we let 7 of them get away from us.
I realized that much of our lives revolve around balls: throwing, rolling, finding, hiding, tossing, squeaking, tugging, cleaning off. I can't turn around without seeing a ball. I can't get into bed without rolling onto a ball. I dream about giant balls demanding to be thrown. I've got a serious ball fanatic on my hands.
What's your dog a fanatic about?
Squeaky wubbas, unfortunately. I haven't heard a TV show in months...
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7 undder the bed? Wow! Rita never lets us rest if a toy goes under the bed/sofa/coffee table. I swear she boots them under there on purpose!
ReplyDeleteWow, Coco that sure is a stash!
ReplyDeleteOur beagle is a ball fanatic too, so we know what that's all about! :)
ReplyDeleteNow you have to find another safe spot Coco.
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