I am always amazed at the number of times I have to throw her favourite ball for Maisie. I say ‘ball’ but believe me, there’s not one of you reading this who would recognise it as such. Why?
Well, first of all, it has been ‘customised’ for Maisie by her faithful friend, Sophy. When Sophy gets her paws on it, she likes to nibble it. However, being a Staffie, nibbling is pretty destructive and chunks of red rubber lie in drifts around her as Maisie waits patiently for something – anything – to distract Sophy, which it usually does.
So Maisie’s favourite ball is (putting it generously!) a slightly curved piece of red rubber about 3 inches long by 2 inches wide. It’s not in the slightest bit aerodynamic and takes an enormous heave just to get it to fly a few feet, although I am mastering a bit of a back-handed flick that’s not too bad..
Liz does feel rather guilty on behalf of her dog for the state of Maisie’s beloved, and bought her a new, with-string, rubber ball for her birthday in May,(the one on the left, in case you were in any doubt!!) but Maisie, with her trade-mark single-mindedness, has steadfastly ignored this new up-start. However, Sophy hasn’t. So, occasionally, Sophy will lie with the new ball between her paws and gently nibble at it. I’m hoping that, when it’s lost it’s string and most of it’s sphere, Maisie will decide it will do, because her favourite can’t last much longer. Two more sessions of Sophy nibbles and it will be gone!
(I watched my two dearest girls with new awareness of how much they mean to me yesterday as I heard that one of their little JR friends, with whom we have shared many a ramble over the years, was run over and killed by a hit-and-run driver on her walk. R.I.P.Jenny.)