Blue, two

When I found this curious dog toy in Hereford market a few years ago I guessed it would appeal to Casey. I didn't anticipate quite how much. It is his nonpareil object of desire. In fact I can't bear to let him have it too often. It's a bit embarrassing. First, there's the endless throwing and fetching across the room: thud (it goes), pitter-patter across the floor (he goes), thud, pitter-patter, thud, pitter-patter, as nauseam. Then, if you feign distraction from the source of delight, he will sit motionless with it in his mouth like a monstrous prosthesis, gaze fixed, until you take heed. Eventually you resist the pleading eyes and say 'Take it away, Casey' at which he retreats to his corner where he proceeds to lick and chew and mouth the textured rubber knobs with all the urgency of a seasoned frotteur. But the orgiastic excitement never wanes, it carries on and on and on...

However, on a dreary day of unremitting wind and rain and bleakness the blue star provides a blippertunity for which I have to be grateful.