I’m helping Mom! She put these balls in her garden and I KNOW they are there for me to find! I got another one out this morning and brought it to her. I was very proud of myself! It even had a handle on it so Mom could throw it.
She said “Sage, those aren’t balls, they’re my onions!” Then she said “uh-uh“–that means you aren’t suppose to do this.
Mom told me onions aren’t good for dogs–they could make me sick. And she wouldn’t let me play with it.
But we did play with my Huck Em squirrel. It has a handle too, just like the onion. Well, sorta. And it was better that an onion any old day because I could bring it back and Mom would throw it again.
So see, I did get to play ball after all. Sometimes you just have to get inventive (but don’t tell Mom that).