Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
19 May 2014
Gustavo doesn't play ball.
Gustavo has never liked to play ball. He likes chasing Otterpop when she brings back sticks and frisbees, but he doesn't like to play ball. I don't know why. He will retrieve a teensy bit, maybe the a swimstick, sometimes a random toy, if I hold Otterpop's collar, maybe the frisbee once or twice. But not really.
Otterpop likes to play ball. Ball! Ball! Ball! Tennis ball, whatever ball. She just likes to play ball. Sticks are good, frisbees are good, whatever. It is all ball to her.
Ruby always liked bringing back those teensy cat toy balls. She doesn't play ball any more.
These two. These two. These two. Having a ball.
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