Not too long ago I lost a couple of balls to which I was particularly attached. Ever since then I have become exceptionally vigilant in maintaining my ball collection. If the ball falls to pieces or completely deflates, it doesn’t matter. It's still part of my stable of balls.
Just recently my hooman girl busted out the big guns and gave me what she called a moon ball. It was HUGE and had a HPBF (high performance bounce factor). Within 2 minutes of play, it was suddenly flat with no bounce left in it. (Sorry, no before photo). My girl picked it up as if to make for the trash can and I snapped out of my mournful reverie and put a halt to that. I made it clear that she was NOT to toss MY moon ball, and that it would be MINE for-ev-er. It’s out in the backyard shed until we figure out a way to make it bounce again.
My hooman girl thinks it could make a funky fashion accessory for me – maybe a hat. I had to set her straight about that. You have to show respect for your balls. Once you take them for granted they can get snatched right out from under you! (Believe me, I know of what I speak).
Thanks to Dogs with Blogs for letting me become one of them, and to Bogart for all of the support. I hope you enjoyed your first excursion to my country. Remember, the paw of friendship is always extended to those who visit GooberStan.