We have, in our new home, a back garage with great stuff like a bar and a full size snooker table. It’s at the deep end of the property near the forest area where the dogs love to play.
about a week or so ago, we discovered that our medium dog, Katie, loves to follow the balls as they move on the table with her eyes. She loses her mind because apparently she thinks they’re toys; specifically her toys.
Today we learned just how seriously she takes this belief. While Keisha was playing, Kate literally jumped on the pool table, stole the cue ball and took off for the forest. In the ten seconds that Keisha saw this and freaked out chasing her Kate had run into the forest, dropped the ball and run back out.
Myself, three kids and my kind and elderly neighbor looked for an hour and could not find it.
Kate is being smug and if you ask me, kind of a bitch about it.
And now I apparently need to go shopping for a ball.
It’s worth noting that while we searched we found: three golf balls, two foam balls and one large plastic ball. An abundance of balls, a plethora if you will, but not the one I want and need. Ain’t that the way it goes?