And there was much rejoicing

From the first day we had Jenny, she loved to play fetch. There is something that lights up in a man's soul when he throws a ball for a dog that loves to fetch. She ran. She slid. The first few were not graceful as more ruts were carved into the lawn as she desperately fought to get the ball in her mouth. It was wonderful.
We started with a racquet ball, which worried my wife to no end. "What if it chokes her?" So far that has not happened. But this . . . concern led to one of our first purchases: a large red ball. A Kong ball that had the reputation of being indestructible. We liked that thought. And for weeks we would toss, roll and throw the red ball. In the yard. In the house. We took it on a road trip. That red ball was her constant companion.
Then one day, the red ball could not be found. I was fairly certain she had brought it in after our latest round of fetch. I looked under couches. I checked her favorite places in case she had taken it there to be a source of comfort. No luck. No red ball. We waited a week to see if she would come out one day, triumphantly carrying the ball in her mouth. Didn't happen. Last week we went on a road trip to see blue bonnets. After several moments, we realized we had forgotten her leash. So a quick purchase was made at the next pet store. Smaller, cheaper balls were also purchased, and they have been a great distraction.

Jenny enjoying the blue bonnets.

After losing hope, another Kong ball was purchased; this time we got a black one. We've had it two days. What did I find tonight? The red ball! I was looking for the black ball, as it wasn't where I had last seen it. I was compelled to look under the couch near its last coordinates. No black ball. But what was smiling back at me? That's right! The red ball! I hadn't thought to look under that part of the couch before. I didn't think it would have rolled under there.
So now we have both, and there is much merriment. I love you, Jenny! Thanks for being a dog who plays fetch!