Last night I was in a chewing mood, and I started chewing on one of my new balls. There’s something about those balls – I just love the smell of them. I was chewing away, having a good time when my person looked over at what I was doing. She noticed that about half my ball was missing. Gone! Vamoose!
Yeah? So? I’m having fun chewing it up person.
You know what she did? You know what my person did!? She took that ball away from me and she threw it in the garbage. In the garbage, mind you. That was a perfectly good half ball and I still had a lot of chewing to do.
I’ll fix her. My person’s not going to stop me that easily. I found the bag with the rest of the balls in it. They’re my balls after all. It wasn’t easy, but I got one out of there.
And I chewed that one up too.