Ball Blues...

Mom got me a few toys a week ago at the sports store when r-man and her went shopping for hockey sticks... They brought home a glow-in-the-dark ball, I know it's not a "normal" ball because it really doesn't bounce right. Mom laughed and said it was for Floor Hockey? Whatever, IT'S A NEW BALL!!! That I lost almost immediately. We have searched the house high and low (me and mom) to come to the conclusion that it must be outside, buried in the new snow....

I can't wait for the snow to melt so that I can go outside and find the damn thing! What is wrong with mom that she can't scritch my butt, feed me treats, and keep track of my new ball???

HUMANS!