MARCUS: Hey, that's my soccer ball.
PERCY: No, that's not a soccer ball. The dirty red one is the one you have always used to play canine soccer. Supposedly an elephant can stand on it without breaking it.
RUSTY: Jan has always feared you'd break a tooth butting it about with your head and nose but you have such a hard head, I'd be more concerned with you breaking the ball.
MERCI: Jan wanted you to play with something softer, so last April she bought this for $8. A real masculine ball. Round, solid, but it should not break teeth.
CYNDI: It took you less than two seconds to deflate it. You picked it up. Teeth in, air out. Jan was in shock. It felt so solid she thought it was made of something other than air.
MARCUS: Well, I tried to resuscitate it.
MICAH: I don't think picking it up in your teeth and tossing it qualifies as resuscitation.
MARCUS: Well, it can't be well-made if it falls apart the first time I play with it.
BUDDY: There was nothing wrong with the ball. You just wanted Jan to give you back your elephant and Marcus-proof soccer ball.
SAM: I can't look. Jan, why didn't you buy us a big box of dog biscuits instead so we could all have had a good chew?
MARCUS: I guess it worked. She did give my soccer ball back to me. I sure was thankful to see it again! That's my best friend in the whole world. Well, except for you guys.
Stop by Pepi Smart Dog for the Thankful Thursday blog hop. (There is always something to be thankful for!)
And stop by Ruckus the Eskie, Love is being owned by a husky, and Barking from the bayou for the Thoughtless Thursday blog hop.