A dog and her lacrosse balls.

Our youngest pup, Cannoli, has a thing for balls. And not just any type of balls, but LACROSSE BALLS. She goes crazy for them. Since her jaws are of the most powerful kind, she goes through toys and the “indestructible” Kongs like water. The times we’ve made the silly mistake of buying her these things, we leave for a few hours and come back to whatever it was in shredded shambles. SHAMBLES. SHREDDED. Messes everywhere. Until by accident eldest babe Graham left a lacrosse ball lying around. And she chewed it. And chewed it. And weeks later was still chewing it. IT WAS A MIRACLE. Eventually that first lacrosse ball did get too small to where it posed a choking hazard. But many poops with flecks of white ball later, she still had a decent toy to keep her entertained. And so I present to you what I call “The evolution of the lacrosse ball” as created by Cannoli.