That’s the Way the Ball Bounces
“I saw you throwing the ball for the dog outside this morning,” I said to my husband. He was making himself some eggs while the dog lay panting on the floor. “I did!” he said enthusiastically. “You used the wrong ball,” I said, walking past him to pet the panting dog. “What do you mean?” “You threw the green ball that has the treats inside,” I said. “You’re supposed to throw the yellow ball with no treats.” “What are you, the Fetch Police?” he said as he flipped his omelet. “No, but when you use the green ball, the treats inside get dirt and dog ...