
The Ball Came Back!
Well, this is the story that took place on last Thursday. My owner Stacey and I were happily playing with this ball that was about 1 or 2 inches tall and wide. The ball belonged to Stacey's little sister Emma but she didn't care if we played with it. Anyway, we were bouncing it around the place near the front door. It was my turn to hold the ball and all of a sudden... *GULP!* I swallowed the ball! My owner ran over to check my mouth but it was gone into my tummy. My owner gave me a small scolding because it made Emma cry when Stacey told her what happened to the ball.
Later that day, Stacey told everyone else what happened. Mom hoped that I was going to be ok with a plastic ball sitting in my stomach. Well, at night, while Stacey was practicing piano, I managed to find some cat food that the neighborhood cat coughed up and it may be yucky to people like Mom or Stacey, but I guess dogs have different tastes for food. The only food I don't like is carrots and peas. When it was bedtime, I got to sleep on the floor in Stacey's room. In the middle of the night while Stacey was sleeping, I felt like something was coming up. So when Stacey had Mom wake her up, she noticed that there was the ball covered in pre-digested kitty food. She laughed and yet was grossed out because the food marked the floor with a nasty stain. She told everyone in the family about me spitting out the ball and all laughed by making jokes of it. Well that's it for that story.
When Jake Came Over To Play
My dog companion and neighbor, Jake came over to play on Friday. It was so much fun. Though he kinda acts like he's top dog like when I innocently tried to see Stacey while she was outside, Jake snapped at me and we began fighting. That made Stacey mad at both me and Jake so she left. But I still can forgive Jake. After all, neutered male dogs will be neutered male dogs. I can't wait to go and play at his house next time. We still are best buds. This is a picture of Jake and I. Talk to you all next week!

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