Every night, our dog turns into a crazed beast around 7 pm. The combination of dinner, too much sleep during the day, and the fact that we’re home from work sends him into a frenzy of energy. We’ve found the best way to deal with this is to get on the ground and play with him for a while. He has a blanket he likes to tug on, a fuzzy bear he’ll play fetch with, but his favorite is to play with a blue rubber racket ball. Unfortunately, his idea of playing with the ball means shoving it under the couch and whining until one of us retrieves it for him. Over and over again. Until our brains turn to mush.
That’s my only excuse for our conversation last night.
Other half: Dammit Froggie, not again. I don’t know why you insist on playing with your ball near the couch – you always lose it underneath. You gotta stop doing that.
Me: It’s not his fault, the couch is a ball eating monster.
Other half: (Looking at me with a raised eyebrow) Then I guess I won’t be sitting on the couch again.