Hiya, my little Frisco, we play ball a lot, and I hide it a lot, or put it in challenging places. On New Year's eve morning I put the ball into a small cardboard flip/tuck top box, on top of the heater vent (ooOOooo scaAArrYY), and, he couldn't get it out all day. It really pissed him off. BUT, later in the evening, I was occupied, when I heard a distinctive PLUNK on the floor beside me, and looked down to see Mr. Frisco grinning from ear to ear, and assuming 'go on, throw it' position. So I pranced around him for awhile with glee and all that.
At night we were on the front porch observing the AWESOME moon in the mist, and tossing the ball a little ways, and talking about cars and stuff. I got cold and went in to build a fire. Frisco laid down beside me, but, after a while, he got up and started messing with this chunk of pizza crust. I guess he was grasping the concept of hiding it. In the bed, (try to bury it), under the blanky, (that works good), behind the table, (ok),...INTO THE SMALL CARDBOARD FLIP/TUCK TOP BOX. Wow.
Believe it. I couldn't.
I helped him tuck it shut.
what a sweeeeeeeeeeeetieeeeeeeeeee |