Which One Should I Choose?

This time, he chose this one:

He was stretching himself out before dropping the ball at my feet. He prefers to have his balls kicked, but will accept throwing if that's all that's on offer. Games are seemingly endless. Balls are everywhere so we've learned to be careful where we step. Some of them still squeak and I quickly learned not to step on one in the middle of the night, lest I wake the furry ball boy and unwittingly start a new game at 4 am. 

He feels he is earning his keep by protecting us from the bins, which he will jump on, bite, try to pull/push over, and fiercely bark at.

the tough guy in action, protecting us from the bins

Bill and I celebrated our 45th anniversary last weekend. We had no big plans, but were going to try a diner down the road from us for supper. However, this would have meant leaving the furry dude alone and he isn't used to being alone, so we postponed it. Instead, he stayed home with Bill while I went and got a pizza. Then we all had our anniversary supper together. 

He's a very good boy and has brought lots of laughter with him during his stay, which is just past the halfway point. But he's used to a great deal of attention whenever he wants it, which is a great deal of the time. As a result, life is rather less calm than it usually is and I find that, in spite of the fact that I am awakened earlier than usual every morning by having my face licked, my time seems to vanish each day. On the other hand, my ball-kicking skills have greatly improved and I've experienced some lovely peaceful moments outside in the dark at 2 am while Himself looks for exactly the right spot to have a tinkle before bed. 

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