My boy got me a ball in a ball…
Usually he surprises me when he goes shopping and the little wimpy toys he buys me have squeakers in them and he KNOWS how much I hate squeakers. So I tear up the toys to get the squeakers out and then the whole deal is pretty well shot and there’s fuzzy stuff all over the floor. He’s started putting that outside for birds to make nests with. Well today he gave me a hard rubber ball about the size of a baseball with a smaller ball inside it. And I’ve been trying for an hour to get it out and haven’t been able to. Sometimes I think he does stuff like that on purpose just to keep me from bugging him to go out and play.
My friend Baxter thinks his mustache could win prizes. It is a little longer than my boy’s. Take a look.
