In Mom's opinion, my red ball was gettin' a little ragged around the edges and she thought I needed a new outdoor ball. I thought it was perfect with the whole side chewed out but hey, if it scores me a new ball, I'm all for it. Dad thought she should get me the same kind but since the only place she can find one is online, she thought she'd stop by the local pet store on the way home and get a similar one. As soon as Dad saw it, he said it would never last. Mom explained it would be fine because she had read a review online about how a lady had eight labs and they loved this ball and three years later it was still goin' strong.
Once again, she was proved wrong. She turned her back for ten minutes and already I had given it my own special stamp of approval.
It wasn't hard ~
just a little of this....
.....and a little of that.
and it was a done deal.
Mom said if'n I had 7 brothers and sisters to romp with or even just one, mebbee my toys would last a little longer. Dad did not give his stamp of approval on that idea.
I'm bettin' you're just as ready to chew up and spit out the weekend as I am.
Let's hope it lasts a little longer than the new-ness of my toys does.