My Precious

Tiger: I love our new house with its big yard. There is so much space to just run and play. You may be wondering what my favorite game to play is. Well my dear fans its catch. Mommy got me a big doggie tennis ball and I just adore it.

Trixie: I don't know if adore is the proper word. Maybe obsessed would be a better substitute.

Tiger: I have no clue what you are talking about. Don't listen to her Mr. Ball. She's just a jealous meany pants.

Trixie: Are you kidding me? You named it!?! You don't think that's just a little psycho?

Tiger: MOM!!! TRIXIE WON'T BUTT OUT OF MY POST!!!

Trixie: Tattle tail -_-

Mommy: Play nice pups or I will let Bobby do all of the posts.

Trixie: See what you did? You big baby.

Tiger: Let me tell my story or I will dig up that chewy bone you buried by the movie room window.

Trixie: You know about that!?! Fine tell your story about your precious ball.

Tiger: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. I love my ball. He is my buddy. I even named him Mr. Ball. I don't know why Mommy and Daddy won't let me bring him inside. Yeah he gets a little dirty from the drool and dirt but Mr. Ball is like my brother. I love him so much.

Bobby: Dude are you talking about that nasty, slimy ball that's falling apart? You've got a few issues with that thing. I mean you are crazy when it comes to that disgusting thing. You want to play ball no matter what. You stay outside in the rain, ice storms, snow fall or even 30 mph winds refusing to come in the house because you want to play catch. Dude even postal workers don't have that kind of dedication.

Trixie: See? I told you so!

Tiger: Would you please stop calling him a thing? He has a name. It's Mr. Ball.

Bobby: If you say so. I don't know why you are going on about your precious MR. BALL. Mommy threw it away this morning since HE is completely broken and not a ball anymore. Just chill out. You have other balls.

Tiger: NOOOOOO!!!!! NOT MR. BALL!!!!!

Trixie: Wow! You did it now Bobby.

Bobby: What? She did.

Trixie: You know that and I know that but Tiger didn't know yet. Mommy was going to tell Tiger that Mr. Ball didnt want to live in the snow anymore so he went to go live on a farm somewhere warm.

Bobby: Who would believe something like that?

Tiger (rocking in the corner): This is my ball. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My ball is my best friend. It is my life. *howl* I love you Mr. Ball!

This post has been dedicated to Mr. Ball.
RIP Dec 2012-Feb 2013
He will bounce forever in our hearts