Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Open Salon, Dec 2008, Phoebe and a ball

DECEMBER 5, 2008 12:19AM

An Obsession Called Ball

Rate: 9

pheebsball
the muse with a ball in a ball
 
Some dogs are just born this way, with a ball in the mouth.   Phoebe is a Boston Terrier with a squished tiny little snout that is shaped more like Roadrunner's other friend who ran smack  into a brick wall.   To those unfamiliar with these smooshy face breeds, they snuffle a lot.   It sounds like little pig snorts, a sound that  makes most people unfamiliar jump out of their shoes.  This just makes it all the more humorous to see her act like a big dog with a ball obsession.   She would rather have a ball thrown to the outfield  than eat a filet mignon.   She would rather chase a ball than a squirrel (hear that Squirrel?).   And you've not seen or heard anything until you've heard a dog snort while attached to a ball.  Come to think of it, there is some uniqueness in her ability to fart, snort and hold a ball in those canine teeth all at the same time.
And Phoebe apparently has a rule which stipulates that she  must sleep with a ball tucked nearby, or in some cases, under her.   It isn't unusual to find a ball in one of her beds awaiting her arrival for one of her 15 daily naps.  
the muses and ball, nap #12.5 
 To humor her, we buy all kinds of balls and oddly, she has preferences.    She enjoys a $12 ball just as well as the free one we get for buying stuff at the dog stuff store.   She especially loves the geo ball in the picture that is really a child's toy.  Fortunately they have proven to almost dog-destructo proof, so Phoebe owns quite a few. 
Some balls are just not ball-worthy.   Do not, under any circumstances try to give her a dog ball, like they sell at the cheapo dog store.   She will spit it out and give you a look that might make you think twice about sleeping with your eyes closed.
The trick is to change is up a bit.  That is why there is a ball in the ball in the "aw" photo.   According to my girl, one can never have too many balls.  
Can you imagine her holiday list?  
  1. Ball
  2. ball
  3. baaaallllll
  4. BALL
 So there you have it.   Phoebe, the muse.  And her ball.

Comments

Yah, okay, cute dog. Dogs are good. Rated for... rated for... because you've got balls.
MTN: You made me spit tea out my nose.

L&P: That list makes me think of Freaky and her CAKE obsession. :D

I used to be able to buy solid rawhide balls, which were just about the only thing that would keep Blue, the monster Chow, busy for more than 5 minutes. Now that I'm trying to keep a pit bull entertained I've been looking for those balls, and I can't find them. It's not easy finding a good BALL! when the dog puts several hundred pounds of pressure on everything he bites. He deconstructed a tennis ball in less than 7 minutes!

And the muses are, as always, too cute for words. I love snuffly dogs.
Yes MTN, Lots and lots of balls she has!

Merwoman, thanks so much. The muses love compliments because they have huge egos. I suspect that a large geo ball (look on Amazon using Geo Ball) and see if that works. You might have to use it supervised because I am guessing big dogs who like chewing might undo the Geo. But P can chew with the best of them and so far she has detached one section on only one ball over a year's time. Not bad.

Personally, I have a cupcake obsession....
This is cute, and I love the snort............."Hey, I know that sound!"
Gary, you have Blubberstick and Kimber? I saw those pics - cuties both. You must write more about them. Please?

So you know the snort, huh? Isn't it cute? I love the way they snort their way through the kitchen like they are hunting for truffles...
:D Gus, the dog I grew up with (welsh terrier) would snurffle and snort and grunt when he was happy- it was the best sound.
Throw it again
Throw it Again
Throw it AGAIN
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exactly! from the moment she wakes up until she sleeps. and again. and again.

snorting as I write (the muse, not me).
The Weasel is a Frisbee addict first and foremost. If there is no Frisbee to be found, her second choice is either a Cuz (good cuz, bad cuz, dino cuz) or a formerly squeaky ball (I say formerly because she de-squeaks squeaky balls in somewhere between 15 minutes and a week or so). Due to safety laws, squeakers ain't what they used to be. Tennis balls were her first obsession and we used to leave them on the floor for her, but then she started chewing on them until she split them open and eating the skins. Yuck.

Phoebe is adorable and I'm glad she loves to play more than to eat. I heard that.

Paws up!

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