Baseball season is over. For months I followed the Yankees. They were hot. Really hot. Until the play-offs. Then they were not. After the play-offs I rapidly lost interest in baseball. But Leia did not. No one is as batty over a ball than Leia. She can chase a ball 24/7.
Recently I can across some baseball dog toys from Bark, which are just right for the season. First and foremost there’s the ball – better yet a bunch of them – for your favorite major lick player.
And a squeaky Droolyville slugger bat.
No game is complete without ice cream and crunchy munchables. And a cold one during or after the game. (For more fun, freeze it with peanut butter, or hide treats inside.)
Leia doesn’t care about fouls or strikes. She doesn’t care that opening day is months away. She only cares about one thing: THROW THE BALL!