Hi, My Friends.
This is GIGGLE-ball. It's not the one I lost. PHEW. Thanks goodness, because it's my favorite. No. It's really my FAVORITE!!!
I lost my 'Treat' ball. AGAIN. Mom fills it with yummies. I roll it around. Yummies squirt out the holes. It's swell. I'm always hungry, so you would think that this would be my favorite ball, and at certain times of the day, it really IS. It's small. I play hard. Treat-ball gets into all kinds of teeny, forbidden places, and as smart as I am, I'm sometimes not smart enough to figure out how to get it. It got lost. I thought we needed to call 911.
Do you all know my mom very well? Well, let me tell you...she's a bit compulsive about things. (I'm learning that is quite the understatement.) To be honest, she's a CONTROL FREAK! The past two days, she's been on her hands and knees looking for my treat ball. You would think her world was topsy-turvy, not mine. Anyway, she's cleaned under and behind all the furniture in the house. She's swiffered places I didn't even know could be swiffered. The place is pretty tidy, if I do say so myself. I think a call to 911 would have been more expedient.
So, we were getting ready to sit down and tell you about the saga of my poor lost treat ball, when we turned our heads at the same time (here in the computer room), and hiding in plain site....YEP!!! TREAT BALL!!! OH, JOY!!!! I grabbed it....ran off (who cares there were no treats in it!?) and before mom could chase after me....POOF. It was gone again.
Swiffer-mop or 911? (I need to figure out how to use the phone.)