This is my morning dog's eye view of the ball. It's never far, always lurking around the corner, or sometimes stuffed down in the couch cushions, but always waiting ... waiting for that first roll. Once you touch it, if only by accident, you are instantly pulled into it's sticky web of play time. It's probably why I can still move around, having moved around on the floor so often for such a long time. By the way, never EVER say the B-A-L-L word. You will be sorry!!
It's rather weird that I haven't seen many big critters around at all. For several days in a row, there will be no one at the water station, then only one or two coyotes. I hear them in the mornings, but from a completely different direction than normal.