J is for the Joy of Jolly Balls

File under things I wish someone had told me about sooner.

The Joy of Jolly Balls

Isis went through a lot of soccer balls. She’d have one favorite at time and fixate on it. You could throw any other ball and she’d ignore it, because she wanted that one ball, flattened and muddy, peeling, and disgusting, until I threw it away and she’d fixate on another ball.

After we got Mia, we discovered the Jolly Ball. Generally speaking, I think $25 is a lot to spend on a ball, but if it lasts forever? It’s a hell of a deal. Mia immediately fixated on the blue Jolly Ball. Unlike Isis, she doesn’t pass us the ball to throw to her; she guards it with a paw rested on top, barking at us.

Later, we bought a red Jolly Ball, which became Leo’s. While not as obsessive as Isis was, he’ll roll the ball down the hill to us and chase after it when we throw it. He’s still 50-50 on the bringing it back part.

Then we added a light blue Jolly Ball with a rope through it. It smells like blueberries. What’s funny is that the original blue Jolly Ball is Mia’s, the red one is Leo’s, and they share the blueberry ball.

Now I can’t take a picture in the backyard without a Jolly Ball in it, usually with Mia barking at me about it.

J is for the Joy of Jolly Balls

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15 thoughts on “J is for the Joy of Jolly Balls

  1. It’s tennis balls and deflated footballs that abound in my garden (house, car, cupboards!!).

  2. I love this! The pics are wonderful, and your two dogs look so happy. Always warms my heart to see dogs being loved and cherished. They’re lucky, and the best part is that they probably don’t know how much 🙂 On more mundane subjects, I need to get myself one (or seven) of these. You had me at “last forever” 😀 I don’t think I’ll find them here in Curaçao, but next time I’m in the US or Europe…

    Thanks for the visit over at Life In Dogs — so cool to connect with another pet A-to-Z-er 🙂

    • I’ve heard reports of a Vizsla tearing off a handle, but that hasn’t happened at our house. Thanks for your comment!

  3. The day I met Isis for the first time she played soccer ball with me. She’d take it to the top of the hill and roll it down, then hide behind or under a bush until I threw it. Balls also make for fast friendships :).

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