Freckles grunted at me! It was a quick, low grunt from deep in her throat. After the shock of her negative reaction wore off, I realized that the tennis ball was a loser in the thrilling toy department. I left the ball on the floor in case she changed her mind and searched for something else.
As I canvassed the house, my eyes fell on an object that was a definite possibility. Freckles generally likes to rip up cardboard (except for one particular box). Hmmmmm. Maybe I had the perfect thing!