Daddy said that the Cubs were not playing well.* So I thought I would try an experiment to help.
I gots my favorite Cubs ball and took it upstairs.
Then I punched a hole in my favorite ball to illustrate their season so far. This was a very difficult sacrifice for me!
Next, I took the stuffings out so that the Cubs would be motivated to work hard to get them all back in. I was even planning to eats some and get barfy to assure the utmost level of Cubs sympathy. Surely they care about a little dog with no tail and his Cubs ball, right? My thinking was that the experiment would find out. If they start winning, my Cubbie Ball sacrifice shredding worked!
But then Mommy didn’t let me eats any stuffing, and fed it all to the kitchen can. I don’t think the kitchen can cares at all about the Cubs. I hope that doesn’t ruin my experiment. I guess we will wait and see.
Results to be posted at a later date.
*Daddy used stronger words for this that I won’t republish on my family doggie friendly bloggy space. Shame on Daddy!
I has a backyard bally. I gots it for free. One day it was just there in the yard. I think maybe my fence friend next door gave it to me.
I likes when it flies through the air.
Then I pick it up and carries it around.
I tried to bring it in the house but Mommy wouldn’t let me, even though I dropped it in a puddle to clean it up some. So it is my special yard bally.