The other day I was cleaning out my work desk and I found some balloons. I don’t when the last time it was I bought balloons. Maybe someone sent them to me.
Anyway, I found some balloons and I was just looking at them, trying to figure out what to do with them. Yaris happened to walk in around that time which made me think, “oh, I’ll blow up a balloon. Yaris would probably like a balloon.”
Yes. That was an actual thought. I thought to myself that I should blow up a balloon because Yaris would like it. I am quite aware that Yaris is a dog and not a small child with a fascination for balloons. But no, I decided to myself that I should blow up a balloon because Yaris would like it. And I did.
Yaris played with it a little. But since balloons kind of smell and probably don’t taste that great, Yaris kind of just stuck the balloon in the shelf behind her bed and left it there. A normal ball is much more interesting than a balloon, I guess.
Btw, Horse did not care for the balloon at all. I think he’s afraid it’ll pop in his face. He isn’t a fan of loud noises.
Random moosages as I see fit. 