We both know that we love my human. But you seem to forget that your job is to be found. I fail to understand why my human keeps throwing you, but I suppose they like to do that. Why they enjoy throwing you, again I cannot answer, but it is my duty to find you again and again so my human can have their silly little game. But where did you go ball?
I ran as usual as soon as you were thrown. Your job was to bounce and bounce and then roll away. Then I was to skid around and grab you, bringing you back to my human. I am sniffing all over the park but I can’t see you.
Dig! Dig! Dig! I shall see if you’re hiding in this hole that I am making. Hmm, a stick, a good little stick! But no ball. Where even are you?
Maybe you’re by the pee pee tree. No, not here either. But as long as I’m here, I’ll just “mark” the spot again. What’s that sound? Is that you ball? No, just a squirrel. Must not chase squirrel, for I have to find you ball.
I’ll sniff near my human again. After all maybe I ran faster than you. No nowhere. Your job is to be found ball. Answer my proud barks and show yourself. You are not playing a fair game. Is it because I chewed you the last time? But I cannot help that, you feel good to chew. Or is it because I slobber that you hid yourself? Well I cannot help that either.
Oh look, you made my human laugh. It must be because they are so sad about your loss. Ball I am worried now. I’ll check everywhere again. Do show up ball, where are you? This is no longer a game, things are getting serious now.
You are making me question your existence. Are you even real? Or did I imagine you?
Wait! What? You are back with my human! What? How did you do that? Don’t do that to me ball! It is rude!
Ah well! All’s well now that you’re back. Don’t scare me like that again.