On Mar 28, 5:20*pm, Kathleen > wrote:
> Bobo Bonobo® wrote:
> > On Mar 28, 12:50 pm, Kathleen > wrote:
>
> >>I admit it. *I am. *But times are hard and you take your laughs where
> >>you can find them.
>
> >>So Dear Daughter and her beau were over for dinner and were out back on
> >>the trampoline, much to Zane's delight. Zane is our big male border
> >>collie. *He has a tennis ball fetish. *And a trampoline fetish. *His
> >>favorite thing in the whole world (apart from flyball) is seeing my
> >>daughter put her headphones on and roll up her jeans. *This means she's
> >>going out to jump on the trampoline, which means he can jump with her,
> >>and bring her tennis balls, which she kicks or throws for him to retrieve.
>
> >>The presence of Boyfriend adds a new dimension to the game. *The pair of
> >>them throw the tennis balls at each other as they bounce, in what I can
> >>only interpret as some sort of bizarre courtship ritual, and Zane
> >>retrieves them after the ricochet.
>
> >>I consider Boyfriend either foolish or in love because there's no way
> >>anybody with an ounce of common sense would allow DD to peg a tennis
> >>ball at them at short range. *The girl has a hell of an arm on her, and
> >>dead accurate aim. And sure enough, she hit him in the eye with one.
>
> >>Inside, I dug in the freezer for a package of frozen peas to apply to
> >>the emerging shiner. *Only, I didn't realize there was a split in the
> >>plastic bag and as I was getting it out, a handful of frozen peas
> >>spilled and bounced all over the kitchen floor.
>
> >>It was funny enough to watch Scully scrambling around the kitchen,
> >>scarfing up individual frozen peas. *Seriously, what kind of border
> >>collie is mad for frozen peas? *But when Dear Daughter added in PacMan
> >>sound effects... *"WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA"...
>
> >>It ranks right up there with the whole "peanut butter on the roof of the
> >>mouth" thing.
>
> > I had a girlfriend who had a cat that went nuts for olives, jarred
> > green olives. *If you gave her a chice between wet food and olives, it
> > was hands down olives. *She'd jump 3 feet or more into the air to try
> > to snag an olive.
>
> I might or might not make an effort to catch a thrown green olive. *But
> you'd only have a chance to throw one of them. *After that you'd be flat
> on your back on the floor with my knees on your chest and I'd be prying
> that jar out of your hand.
>
> Me and the kitty would share a nice snack, no leaping involved. *And
> maybe, *if* I were in a good mood, I'd throw down a handful of frozen
> peas for you.

I'd happily hand over the jar. I like ripe olives, but can't stand
green ones, and I don't like peas either. The only enjoyment I've
ever gotten from green olives was playing with that cat. Her name was
Pluff.

--Bryan