Monday, July 21, 2014

The ball

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.


  1. We can see Trail had fun. We have missed you.
    Have a marvellous Monday.
    Best wishes Molly

  2. I just spent some time catching up on your posts and news. Trail looks like a wonderful addition to your family! I'm so happy you have him, and that he's fitting in so well. :-)


  3. Accident? I'm smelling foul play...good job on getting a taste of the root beer, Trail!

  4. He didn't want it to get on the floor and make a mess! And anyway, why was his ball in that box.