don't get me started about balls...my dog is OBSESSED. every time he goes to the park, he manages to find a ball. the other day, he found a basketball and kept pushing it with his nose down hill until we got home. the next day, he carried a baseball in his mouth all the way home. Today, he managed to find an ENTIRE FAMILY with a yorkie, and a husband who was holding a tennis ball. Archie harrassed the hell out of those poor people and the husband kept hiding the ball, but archie knew he had it and would not let go of him.
the other day, kids were playing handball, and archie took their ball. the kid came over trying to get it out of his mouth and he would not give it back. the kid's grandmother is like get the ball, get the ball...I'm like, Lady, listen, he's a puppy. he likes balls, let him have it. it's a friggin' handball. I'll buy you another one.
then, there's george's (a 99 cent store), where archie waits at the door of the shop until someone opens it so that he can run in and grab the balls that are in a little basket. then, i'm forced to buy it for him because it's been in his mouth.
Our house is full of balls...i even got peanut butter flavored tennis balls in Key West. |