I wanted to get Paul's butt in the picture too, but thought better of it. He would have gotten me back!
That dog is obsessed with his tennis ball. Actually, it isn't his but was Abby's, but he claimed it as his own for the weekend. He chewed on it constantly and freaked out when he couldn't find it. Apparently he's the same way at home. His teeth are worn down from chewing on the ball constantly. He even drops it in the dish whenever he's eating or drinking so he can keep a close eye on it! Like Abby does, he likes to chew on the ball right in front of the entertainment center, as close as he can get so it keeps rolling under and we have to get up and get it for him. We finally put a blanket down there and stuffed it underneath so he couldn't push it under. Then he switched to the coffee table...losing it underneath, getting up and going to the other side to retrieve it, carrying it back to the other side, and starting all over again...over and over and over again.
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