I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with these two.
They should both know better.
The excuse was that while I was on the phone trying to get Summer an appointment at the vet the orange ball got itself stuck way under the recliner.
Summer says all other attempts to free the ball failed so they had to go with their most extreme option.
She pointed out that no one got hurt and that the ball is back in the toy basket where it belongs.
I guess all is well that ended well.
Next time we use a long handled grabber.
Summer says she hears me.
I think this means her pal is feeling better.
Good morning, Mastodon.