The Little Man has Balls!
Dogs Scooter and Zoe aren't much for toys—they enjoy their rawhide treat in the morning after breakfast, as does Peanut. Scooter will chase a ball, but won't bring it back, and he especially likes to retrieve a ball if I throw it in the yard and Peanut goes after it. And THAT is the problem, because Peanut loves his balls!
Any ball that is tennis-ball size he just adores. He has a basket full of them and always carries one around with him like a baby. The Boss always has to comment “Why does he need another ball? Doesn’t he have enough?, blah, blah, blah.” Peanut will even take the ball of the day with him outside when he goes to do his business. And if I hear him whining a certain whine (just like a mother knows what a baby’s cry means), I know it means one of his precious balls is under a couch or bed and he can't reach it. I hate retrieving them from those depths, because then I spot all the accumulated dog hair. Some balls will stay in the yard for ages, and then one day he’ll bring them back in, a dirty mess. He has fits when I take them to wash the grime off!
One time I got a cheap little ball that cost $1 in the PetsMart bargain bin. It was plastic, designed sort of like a baseball, and had a bit of lamb’s wool around it. He went NUTS over it and kept it with him 24/7, even when he ate dinner (he set it down by his bowl). Enter the bully, Scooter. For some reason, Scooter, the big, bossy Alpha boy took a liking to it and always snatched it away from Peanut, causing Peanut to lose his mind. His forehead would literally wrinkle with worry when he saw Scooter with that ball. I'd take it away from Scooter and give it back to Peanut, but being the wussy that he is when it comes to his relationship with Scooter, he'd always lose custody back to Scooter.
Now I know Scooter doesn't give a hoot for balls; he simply wanted to lord over Peanut and torment him. It got so bad that I was afraid there would be a fight, because those two have had a few bleeders in the past (before Scooter’s training course). So what did I have to do? Get rid of the ball! It ticked me off, because I knew Peanut loved it. Now he's back to others in his collection and Scooter leaves them alone.
Peanut has a true possession obsession when it comes to balls. His security blanket perhaps? Tell me what your pets’ love to love and can't live without!
posted by Sandy at 1/15/2007 10:56:00 AM