Captain Midnight here, your long-suffering domestic correspondent.
We called in on one of Himself’s old friends to discover this enormous bouncy thing in the living room. Himself yelled Fetch! then collapsed into an armchair clutching his sides with laughter when I moseyed up and gave it a nudge.
Ha. Ha. Very funny!
I knew it wasn’t a ball but I couldn’t work out what on earth you’d use it for apart from the unedifying spectacle of dog-bothering. If you look carefully you might even spot the morsel of cheese on top, which was supposed to attract my attention.
Yes it worked. It was cheese!
Fortunately the hilarity subsided fairly quickly and we were soon on our way home again, where balls are the proper size and we all know our place.
Himself chucks and I fetch.
I later discovered that the bouncy thing is for “bad backs.” I can’t say I’m surprised. Throwing that thing around would give anyone a bad back. Humans really aren’t too bright sometimes.
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