Hello friends! This is The Daily Bone and I'm your playful and fun-loving doggie reporter Chester L. W. Stephens, chairman of the Squeaky Party.
Today I found this strange purple thing in my squeaky toy storage facility.
I took it out and kicked it around a bit.
I took it over to my doggie bed to chew on it.
My ghostwriter grabbed it, took it outside, and threw it. It floated through the air rather nicely, and I ran after it. Running is fun.
OK, I found it. Now what? My ghostwriter trudged over and threw it again.
Here it is! Now what?
You mean I'm supposed to catch it? And then what? Bring it? Bwahahahaha! That's funny!
Seriously, I do not understand that frisbee thing. How about I just chew it up instead? Then we can forget all about it. I think that's a good plan, don't you?