Like all toys, except his fox, Sammy becomes restless and their inerds become of grave intrest to him. He wants to know what makes them squeak, and why they have stopped. The tennis ball met that fate today. While I was sitting on the couch, checkin' out my facebook (I'm one of the people that enjoy farmville and mafia wars) Sammy has begun Operation Tennis Ball.
He began by just ripping off the white material. He found a rubbery interior. What could possibly be within that rubber ball? Sammy had to know! He found nothing more than air, but he had a lot of fun. Then he carried it around very proudly. I tried to get some good pictures, but he likes to bring it to me, too close to the camera. I hope these suffice.
"Mom, look what I discovered!"
"Can you stop with the flashes, they are distracting me!"
"I am going to lie here and pout til you are finished..."
"See how much fun it is, here play with me. I'll nose it to you."
"No, it's better when on your back...like this..."
"But don't forget to smile!"
"Man, destroying toys takes alot out of a puppy, let me tell you!"
"...aaahhh.....that's more like it!"