Every morning Milo walks the perimeter of our bed about 25 times with this ball in his mouth. He uses it to knock our coffee mugs out of our hands so that we spill coffee all over our camis and boxer shorts.
He breathes heavy and prances, and we are expected to ooh and ahh and congratulate him and tell him what a good boy he is and how smart and what a gentleman and isn't that a nice ball and you're a good boy.
They're exhausting, this dog and his ball.
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