You may ask, is Max’s favourite toy the life sized monkey you bought him, or perhaps the toy mouse that moves when you pull it’s tail, or the fancy purple treat dispenser that challenges his mental capabilities, or the special dog treat you ordered in from Germany. The answer is no. His favourite toy is this:
A soft, furry, squeaky ball that used to be blue that has traveled with Max from London. He sleeps with it, plays with it, eats it, sits on it, licks it, smells it, kicks it, jumps on it, barks at it, pounces on it like it’s prey, and if I asked him, I am sure he would take it to the park on a leash with him. Max you are a simple dog and I admire your love of simple things. Keep doing your thang playa.