As many of my friends know, I am also a Twittering PitBull and you can find me @BloggingBob and talk with me that way if you want to.  I like to Tweet with my friends because it is fast and we can do a lot of fun things too like chase virtual squirrels, have parties, and find out what the weather is like all over the world.

Because of my Tweeting, I am getting lots of PostCards in the SnailMail Box at the bottom of our hill and that is exciting because sometimes I get to walk down there and help carry up the mail.   Sometimes not.  Sometimes my 2-legged sister, Lydia, comes into our office space and  she says "Bob-Boo....you got a post card!"  and it is exciting, cause she got out of her car with all the mail and didn't even have to walk.

I was telling my Twitter Friends about my new ball and I'm so exicited about it, I have to talk all about this today and I hope that everyone I know will quick, grab their Mouse Person and fly off to check out My SQUEAKY BALL

Just  LOOK!  This is my new best friend, Moose, and his Mom is Phoebe and Phoebe makes all this knitting all by herself and then she creates the best toy in the entire whole world ever, ever and I have a big one and I am just so excited I could pee.  But I won't.                  

                                                        

So Squeaky Balls are like magic items.   Believe Me.

I have always, since I was just little, had a big old Marrow Bone that my Mom boiled up and then stuffed with some peanut butter which of course I ate out of the middle, but I kept the bone.  Every night when we all go to bed, I chew on my bone for a little while and then I just fall asleep.   But last night was the first night with my new Squeaky Ball which Miss Phoebe knitted up just for me and let me tell you, it is wonderful.   I can fit almost the whole thing inside my mouth and I sucked and squeaked and sofly fell off to sleep.      

They are so nice and soft and feel so wonderful and you can pat them across the room with just a little nudge and you can chase your sister or brother and take them out of their mouth and put them in your mouth and race around and trade balls back and forth.  And.  Oh My.   I'm getting tired.   It is that wonderful.

This is sorta what my new ball looks like:

                                                                 I love it!


Actually, Ms. Phoebe made my dog family several balls and even one for our kitty, Emma.    She was one of the very fine people who attended The Evening With Tracie Hotchner which we helped to host in Leesburg on Friday night.

What a great success that was.    I have been promising to Blog a Big List of everyone who came and helped and donated wonderful prizes and everyone but today is a day of resting for us so I decided I would instead, just tell everyone I know that they MUST HAVE A SQUEAKY BALL OF THEIR VERY OWN.

                                                                                                                 

So go and visit Moose and Ms. Phoebe and be sure to order a ball of your very own as quickly as you possibly can.   Mom says that we are ordering a new one for our new baby, WillowBee who will be coming to live with us tomorrow.   She has a tiny mouth right now, so she will need a small ball, I think.

Love and LIcks,


Bob
Reporter ExtraOrdinary
............... owner of his very own Squeaky Ball