A ball. Such a simple object yet it can bring almost incomprehensible joy and utter devastation to those both playing with it and watching the players play. Right now I'm watching Amy doing her best to entice me to play with the ball with her. So far it's bounced off of my nose, my computer screen, my shoulder, my nose and my coffee cup. She has tossed it, pawed it, laid on it, dropped it, slinkied it down the stairs, chased after it, bitten it, squeaked it and laid her head on it so that it let out a very slowwwwww painful squeak.
Cordy has a ball too but he's not deigning to play with it yet. So far he just wants to keep his ball away from Amy-girl dogs have cooties you know. Oh, there he goes, he squeaked it. (First time he's played with anything since January YAY!) Now Amy is running down the stairs to toss her ball at him. Yep, he now has two balls- two different tones being squeaked at once.
Now Amy is running up the stairs to tell me that Cordy took her ball- dogs just don't get the consequences of their actions thing despite my endless repetitions of explaining how these things work. Sigh.
Oh, she got the ball back. I know that because it's sogginess is sitting in the middle of my lap. So, tonight's wealth is Play. Being able to Play is priceless. Gotta go, I'm being pawed to death.
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