It all began when Moxie was just a young pup, weighing all of 2 lbs. She inherited an orange squeaky ball from her predecessor, an 80lb rottweiler named Sadie. Sadie was too old for the ball and never really showed an interest in it. Moxie, on the other hand, hated the ball from day one. Whenever the Orange Ball came out to play, Moxie, normally a loveable little fluffball, turned into a tasmanian devil dog. Tossing this ball would set off games of stalk and chase and elicit blood curdling growls.
Finally, a year after their first encounter, Moxie defeated the Orange Ball of Fury. Tearing it nearly in half, the sad sphere went to it’s final resting place looking more like Pacman than a large squeaky ball. Every time I go into a store that carries dog toys, I look for a replacement. So far, I have not found a match for the Orange Ball of Fury. Things are pretty quiet around here now. But hopefully not for long. Every dog needs a nemesis and I am determined to find a new one for Moxie. (3/3/11 : Update)