h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

We stopped at Wal-Mart to pick up some snacks for Sci Fi Summer, con we're going to this weekend. While we were there, we picked up beach ball that was about two feet across for Sable, our dog.

She loved it when we got home. We threw it out in the front yard. She'd chase after it, but since it was so big, she always wound up pushing it away from her. Sometimes she'd sort of get on top of it. It would roll away from her. It was wet from the dew on the lawn, and it rolled like great big ball bearing underneath her. She punched it her nose, and it would roll off. She chased it around for 15 minutes before she finally got a good grip on it with her teeth and popped it.

She was worn out but proud. She carried it around with her for another 15 minutes when we let her back in the house. She kept walking by the water bowl like she wanted a drink, but she wouldn't put the popped ball down to get one.

It was a well spent $2.50.

Our does that sort of thing. He loves anything that rocks when he pushes it- like one of those weeble men. He'll push them, jump back, look fasinated, push again, then start batting it with his paws, then eventually decide it's not too dangerous and 'kill' it.