My Sixth Ball

At least I think it is my sixth, of this kind. The plastic ones very easily give in to puppy teeth, and with enough holes in them, the really interesting part starts. This consists of getting out as much of the soft fibre filling as possible before everything gets taken away from me. This red one has the upside of being made from fabric, so mum can mend it. I love My ball!

Being left alone in the house is a different story. I don't like it, but I'm sort of getting used to it. What was before a near-disastrous experience, is now bearable. I know she comes back. Eventually.