Jolly Balls
No, not schwetty balls. Jolly Balls. When we first got Luke, we took him to the dog park every morning and every damn morning he would steal this other dog's toy. It was a Jolly Ball. Basically, it's a big rubber ball with a handle on it. John and I quickly realized that Luke wasn't going to stop until he had his very own. So we caved and bought him one. Then another. Then another. The problem was first, they're not cheap. They run about $14 at PetCo. Second, Luke is what dog breeders call an "aggressive chewer," which means that he goes through a Jolly Ball about every three weeks. So I started looking online to see if someone else had them cheaper. Amazingly, a place in Marysville, Kansas sells them online (with free shipping, no less!) for about $8.50 a pop. But you have to buy $50 worth of goods to get out from under the $5 "handling fee." Naturally, John and I ordered a half dozen Jolly Balls for our spoiled canine. And they arrived today. Just for fun, I dumped all of the Jolly Balls onto the living room floor and, like a toddler at Christmas, Luke jumped from one to another, licking and squishing each of them with glee. Then I put them back in the box and now, consequently, he's trying desperately to shove his head through the top of it. I took pictures, just for kicks. In the second picture, you can see his current Jolly Ball in the background.
