Ok, let's face it. I'm a ball. I get thrown around and dogs chew on me. But I realy have a perpose. I'll show you.
Sunday: dogs chew on me
Monday: dogs chew on me
Tuesday: dogs chew on me
Alright. I guess that isn't much. But check out the other days. I'm realy usefull now.
Wensday: kids throw me
Thursday: kids throw me
Friday: kids throw me
Ok. I'm not much. Just a ball. But here are some interesting facts. I don't eat. I do drink. I drink the saliva that dogs leave on me. It's discasting right? I'm getting old. I'm a chewed up ball. Oh, here comes the humans. Look what they got. Another ball. Let's go check it out.
The ball said that it was an old timer to. The kids found it outside. I told him it was Monday. Oh no! I just remembered. The dogs day to chew on us! Ruff, ruff! Augh! Ok, I'm back. Jeez those dogs are slobery!
I hate those yucky dog balls. I know the dogs love them but they are so slobbery.
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