Trail is still obsessed with the blue chuck-it ball. He carries it around, puts it in my lap for me to throw and also will put in a drawer that is open, in shoes and in boxes. He seems to enjoy the challenge of getting it out of unusual spots.
|"Is my ball in there?"|
Once Trail confirmed that his ball was in there, he had Bill come along and check it out.
|"Yes Trail, your ball is in there."|
During Trail's attempts to get his ball out of the carton of cans of root beer, he accidentally (?) punctured a can.
No harm done, in his opinion. If you look closely, you can see his tongue slurping up some of the root beer.