Throwitmomthrowitplease!

This morning on my walk with Raleigh, I found a sodden, flat, falling apart soccer ball on the street. I had a crummy old soccer ball at the Channing house, and Raleigh played with it until I threw it out because he had torn off all the leather and was tearing it up and leaving little bits of black rubber all over the yard.

Anyway, I dribbled this soccer ball I found onto the sidewalk and my dog FLIPPED OUT. He was so excited. "Mom are you going to throw it just throw it mom kick it my way are you going to please please please?" He carried that ball in his mouth the whole way home. This is a dog who will happily carry his frisbee for me... for about 10 feet, until he smells something interesting and nonchalantly drops it on the sidewalk mid stride for me to deal with. But this ball, he carried it the whole way, across streets and everything. He looked ridiculous. I didn't have my phone or camera on the walk, but I put him out in the yard with it when we got back because he was still so excited. See:

Sorry for the crappy quality, I was shooting through the window so that he wouldn't spend the whole time thrusting it against my legs in an attempt to get me to try to kick it away from him.

Also, here are a few things that make me happy about my house:

Raleigh's crate, where he will only voluntarily go when he knows I'm leaving (because then I give him a treat), is one of Chloe's favorite places in the house. And why not? It's soft and right next to the radiator. So what if it smells like dog.

We have a lot of bikes.

Chloe also really likes to sleep on top of the radiator. She'll frequently curl up in a ball with her face pressed against the wall or partially under the little shelves we've got there. I especially like this picture because she looks really stupid.