Wanna Play?

Oh Chester. He's here with us on borrowed time. He was hospitalized and nearly died in 2004 when I was in the hospital having Layla. We were told he wouldn't make it two more years. Well, he's 5 and a half now and hanging on. The Okanagan life has rejuvinated him and we're hoping to squeeze out another year. Layla talks about Chester going to heaven but I don't think she's as prepared as she thinks. Who will she snuggle at night?

Alright, I didn't mean to be depressing. Chester loves to play his version of fetch. He brings you his tennis ball and instead of dropping it in your hand, Chester prefers you lift his cheek flaps and try to pry the ball out from between his huge chompers.

If you refuse, he will eventually drop it between his paws and pounce on your hand as you try to grab it. If you get sick of this and he still wants to play he will drop it in your lap and hope you bite.

Here is Chester with it in his mouth, would you want to try and get it?

Greg didn't either so Chester dropped it in his lap. Sound fun? Well take a closer look at what that ball looks like after hanging out in Big C's mouth.

I wish you could here what it sounds like when this foamy ball bounces off the floor or wall. It leaves a circle of slime. It's even grosser than it looks. So...you wanna play??