This is Toby’s new soccer ball that Grandma got for him. He was afraid of it until he realized that he could sort of pinch it and carry it around. Well, that lasted about three minutes…..

I guess like the fuzz handles he likes to chew into his tennis balls, Toby prefers the convenience of “customized” balls.

To my dismay, one of his favorite things to do with these customized balls is to grab them by their “handles” then swing them around and beat me in the leg with them.

Why was it again that I thought having a puppy would be a good idea?

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