Silly Mr. Newliebug!
Well, I got Newlie a Wubba yesterday. As many of you know, he had an ACL repair on one leg several years ago and his love of chasing tennis balls and stopping on a dime was making me anxious about the other knee, so I thought I would try the Wubba version of two ball. For the uninitiated, chasing a ball that's rolling is a lot different than running after a ball that's already stopped. Since I just had the one Wubba, (and I wanted to see if this would work before I bought another one) I would throw the Wubba and make him bring it back to me before I would throw a tennis ball at the other end. But I threw the ball rather than using a tennis racket. which is what I usually use, so the ball did not go near as far and he couldn't get up the speed he usually would. It worked great and I think it actually wore Newlie out more than the other way since he had to make more trips back and forth.
The silly part came when it was time to quit and I hadn't made any plans of what to do with Wubba until the next game. Usually, outside toys stay outside and inside ones stay inside, but I knew if I left Wubba outside, I would be sounding his death knell. So I brought him in with Mr. Newlie attached to my hip, ran into the bathroom, dropped the Wubba, and tried to shut the door, but half of a German Shepherd was already in the room. So, I made Newlie back out, used the bathroom. and then threw Wubba in the bottom of the bathroom closet until I figured out what to do with him. The rest of the night, any time I looked for Newlie, guess where he was? He would be standing in the dark bathroom visiting Wubba on the other side of the bathroom closet. This morning, he even paid a brief visit to Wubba before going outside to potty and again, when he came in, before he ate his breakfast. The world tilted on it's axis.
Then, early this morning, he flopped on me several times in bed wanting his belly rubs and as usual, after a few, I turned on my side for a few more minutes of sleep. After staring at my back and whining for a few minutes, he decided to try to flop anyway, so he put his two front legs across the side of my body, and of course, end up sliding down the back of me with his back of his head in the crook of my legs and one front leg stuck up in the air like a bizarre antenna. I tried to get a picture , but it was too dark, and he moves too fast anyway. He is one silly boy!