Poor Gryff is going through floofy toy withdrawal [View all]

Carys found the toy and, as is her habit, tossed it into the water bowl to drown. By the time Gryff found it, well, it was saturated.

I squeezed it out as best I could and then set it on a window sill to dry. Now Gryff is searching EVERYWHERE for his beloved floof ball.

Personally, I'm glad my arm is getting a rest. That boy wants to play fetch, pretty much 24/7.