Oh, poor doggie:
Our own doggie Mae is very attached to toys, and last week, she secretly brought home a tennis ball from the dog park. I’ve required it to be an outside-only toy, so that she doesn’t compulsively chew it, as she would in the house. Hence, we’ve had multiple “conversations” of like the following:
Me: “Mae, drop. That’s an outside toy.” Mae: “NO! YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY EXPECT ME TO LEAVE MY BEST FRIEND OUT IN THE COLD!” Me: “No Mae, drop.” Mae: “PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE!” Me: “No Mae, drop.” Mae: “HAVE MERCY, WOMAN! I NEED MY BALL! IT’S MY BEST FRIEND!” Me: “No Mae. It’ll be here when you go outside again.” Mae: “Fine, but (*sniffle*) I don’t know how I’ll bear it.”
Her joy upon reuniting with that tennis ball is extreme!