Tucker asked to take Toy Review Tuesday ’cause it’s alliterative and he’s terrific like that.
Today’s tale is about the most tremendous, tantalizing toy ever. It is, by turns, terrible, traditional, trivial and taxing. It can tee off a train of truly tumultuous trips. Its tincture is familiar to everyone but tempting to only a few. It’s track record is a telltale sign of its trustworthiness.
It is . . . .
The humble Tennis Ball
Put quite simply, there is no other toy that elicits so much excitement. Period. The tennis ball is It. If Tucker were stranded on desert island and could only take one toy, he’d take his tennis ball (but wonders if maybe a BAG of tennis balls would count as one toy).
What is it about the tennis ball that sets dogs a-drooling. Well, for Tucker, it’s bonding time. Tucker LOVES to have someone lay on the floor with him (while they’re watching TV or something else but he’d prefer they focus all their attention on him) and will chase the ball as often as anyone will throw it.
He’s very good at chasing after the ball and very good at bringing it back. When he’s told to “Give!” he hikes his nose up in the air and throws it at you. And if you don’t throw it quickly enough he’ll nudge it ’til you do. This is all, of course, assuming Barclay and Oliver have been given strong sedatives or finally gone to Some Other Home where they belong (says Tucker).
Tennis balls can go ANYWHERE – they’re easy to transport, they fit in a lab’s mouth perfectly, they bounce, they roll, they’re fuzzy, they’re just, well, THE PERFECT TOY. Period.
And they float!! And they’re a great way to meet new friends!
There’s only one downfall about Tennis Balls. SOME people can get rather greedy about them: