The Ruby Rose Report: Balls!

 

Pocket has often visited me in my dreams and extolled the virtues of playing ball. She was upset that none of her other siblings had followed in her paw steps, and when she met me immediately began barking about the bouncing ball.

At first, I was not impressed with the balls. I liked bones, something I could get in my mouth and rub my teeth against. Girls like me often leave the ball untended, and it shrinks into the back of the toy box undetected.

I am low-key most days, as I build my energy in case of an emergency where a dog running around the house confused and nonsensically barking is required. But, the stored energy that is yet to be needed bubbles over, usually twice a week, around midnight. I jump out of bed and run into the living room. Like a young mother who has been with the baby all day and needs to sleep, she orders my dad to stay up with the unruly child.

I have a lot of toys, more than my pack's dogs have had, and I have soft stuffies and hard bones. In times of excess energy, I take everything out, throw it in the air, and run after it, then return for what is next until the toy box is empty. One night last week, I saw a ball tucked in the back; I picked it up and spat it out.

I picked it up and whipped my head, releasing the ball. It bounced high and rolled on its own, causing my instincts to kick in, and I chased the ball, picked it up, and did it again. Look at what I have been missing! Then the ball rolled to Daddy, who picked it up and threw it, and now the ball was bouncing and darty. I ran after it, caught it, and triumphantly ran around the house. It was the best way to burn off unwanted energy ever!

I spent more than an hour playing with the ball. Fortunately, the ball squeaked so I could make noise and keep Daddy awake. Finally, I laid down, and was brought into the bedroom, where I got on the mattress, then stood on Mommy for a whole minute pretending I was Hilary and her breasts were Mount Everest. She wishes.

That night Pocket visited me in my dreams, happy that she had a sister who likes a ball in her mouth, like my aunty. Pocket will teach me to tend to my balls, make sure I don't use too much tongue and don't bite hard.

I am lucky to have an angel who knows so much about balls: Yellow, red, and even blue.

I can't wait to play ball again.