Ginger

Poor Ginger had been behaving oddly of late. Looking sad and mopey. Alternatively staring at me like I should do something to help her, and shunning me. I thought she was in mourning over the loss of Mike as the timing fit. But no, she was in mourning for the loss of her green ball. She is now revived, rejuvenated, and regingerfied with the purchase of a new green ball...one that mercifully does not squeak. She even slept with it a few nights.

She even picked the ball over a visiting puppy. If only we could all find completeness and happiness in such a simple (and cheap) way.

I should learn and stock up on balls though...hopefully this one isn't left in the snow to hide until spring...

Karen