This is one of the many balls that keep Sasha and Drake happy. They have red ones, blue ones, and green ones. Who says dogs are colorblind.
Every evening when we come home, either dog will have this ball in the side of their mouths wanting to play. It looks like a big wad of chewing tobacco when they tote it around
On the weekends, they are both outside and one of them will have this ball in their mouth.
"Come play with us! We wanna play!"
They will drop the ball at my feet. I will either kick it or throw it and they go running off to retrieve it.
If Sasha gets the ball, Drake will take it away from Sasha and parade around like he got it first.
He will then drop it about five yards away and then Sasha will pick it up and drop it at my feet.
Eventually Drake will start to grasp the purpose of the drill and drop it at my feet.
"Who got ball?"
"Drake got ball."
"Sasha got ball."
I have purchased at least five of these balls. Somehow they get mysteriously lost. These could be anywhere and we cannot find it.
I am sure as I start cutting the grass after all of these rains we have been having I will stumble upon one or all of them.
I am sure the dogs will be next to me waiting for that to happen.
They really love this ball...
"Who got ball?"
