Call it an early birthday present? Trey got a cute little ball-pit to play in yesterday. Trevor had one when he was a baby and if I remember correctly, when we were finally rid of it, I vowed to never purchase another. Those pesky little balls liked to find their way all over the house, and our beloved dog Goliath just could not help himself. Turns out time was on our side again... in the years since our last baby, Goliath has mellowed. Somehow, he doesn't find the balls nearly as appealing anymore. AND, I now have two very willing and capable helpers to round of the stray balls when playtime is over. Everybody wins. And c'mon, just look at this guy... how could we deprive him of such fun?!
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