The Great Tennis Ball Debate

Our Mom treats us like such babies sometimes. We used to play with REAL tennis balls, until one day she found these stupid little ones that she thought would be perfect for "smaller dogs." (Um, who is she calling small?) Anyway, yeah, I guess they're easier to catch but they're so flimsy and stupid. Fievel can bite through them in a few hours and then they don't even bounce anymore. Not that Fievel cares because she doesn't play with toys, she just destroys them. But me? I'm sporty and playing catch is my favorite game. This kinda screws up my whole day.

But yesterday, Mom found one of our old, REAL tennis balls. Look at it next to the little stupid one.



Isn't it glorious in all of its big, green splendor? I could have spent all day just smelling it, looking at it, relishing in the glory of it all.



But then you-know-who saw it.



She got it right out from under my nose! It all happened so fast, I couldn't even tell you how she did it but she took it over to her couch and then glared at me.



And then started her slow, but steady, destruction.



She is pure evil.



She pulls all the fuzzy green stuff off! She has no respect! Any well-mannered shiba knows that the fuzzy green stuff is WHAT MAKES THE TENNIS BALL SO GREAT!



And now I'm stuck ONCE AGAIN with the stupid little one that doesn't bounce. Where is the justice?



I don't even want to play anymore.

*Big sigh*

Wiley