Cyndi: What are you grumbling about, Marcus?
Marcus: My ball. My new red ball. Or it was my new red ball when it arrived. Jan took it outside to play catch with me right after it arrived and stopped after a couple of tosses. I wasn't done playing!
Cyndi: You're never done playing!
Marcus: I need my exercise! She did say I could play with it by myself in the house but within two minutes she had taken it away and hasn't let me play with it since. It's MY ball!
Cyndi: And your teeth. The ball was supposed to be hard but not rock solid hard. That thing is so heavy and hard it could break your teeth and then what would you do about eating. *holds up paw* Never mind. You'd just gum your food to death.
Marcus: It wasn't breaking my teeth when she took it away.
Cyndi: Maybe not, but you were chewing up the ball and about to eat the pieces. Rubber isn't good for you, even though you do have a cast iron stomach.
Marcus: Most of it is still intact.
Cyndi: It was supposed to be "virtually indestructible". "Most of it is still intact" doesn't count.
Marcus: It isn't fair. It's my ball and instead of letting me play with it, she's sending it on a vacation.
Cyndi: She's returning it to Amazon, just as soon as she figures out how she can get a label printed and get the ball in the mail. by Wednesday. She didn't realize she can get back her money until she wrote a review of the prodict on Amazon. The return time is almost up.
Marcus: I'd rather have the ball.
Cyndi: I think you can convince Jan to trade the ball for a treat. Why don't you ask?
Marcus: A peanut butter biscuit?
Cyndi: Yes, there are still some peanut butter biscuits left.
Marcus: Okay. I'll go ask but if she wants to send my ball on vacation, I think I deserve a lot more than one!
This is the ball purchased that will hopefully be returned. We were very disappointed with it! (Well, Jan was, Marcus wasn't.)