You'll absolutely never guess in a gazillion years what came flying onto my street yesterday.
Try and guess but don't look at the rest of this post, ok?
A flying saucer?
If you guessed any of these - WRONG!
It was a real, honest-to-goodness baseball. I kid you not.
It must have been some high pop fly out of the baseball park down the street and that ball landed right in front of me during my walk.
Another couple of steps and it would have bopped me on the head and knocked me unconscious. But there it was - right in front of my nose ! Was I dreaming? Nope.
,As luck would have it, we had our video camera to record my tremendous find. Course, it's not every day that a dog finds a baseball. I was so delirious with excitement that I totally lost my manners. I forgot how to heel, I forgot how to pee...my bladder was busting but who cared?
Mama couldn't understand that a walk was just not on my agenda anymore. All that mattered was sitting down on the grass and ripping that fabulous baseball to shreds. She was practically on her knees begging me to walk with her. Yeah sure, mom. If you found a baseball, you wouldn't want to walk either.
At the end of the video you can see that I was in a big hurry to get my new ball home. I even tried to cross the street to our house without permission. I'm trained to sit down on the curb before we cross, but I totally forgot.
My bad. Ha ha.
After all that misbehaving, I was still allowed to take my ball home and chew it up in the back yard. This is what it looked like by the time I got through with it.
Was I lucky or what?
Ball: not so lucky ...