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While Rylee continues to enjoy the Llama ball I am not. I don't mind the squeak I do mind that he brings it upstairs and then looses it under my bed - or dresser. He then proceeds to bark at me to come and get it out. Both of my knees have been replaced and kneeling can be problematic. Using his bed - folding it in half I get down to the floor - then using a mop handle - whack it out from under wherever he has let it go. As soon as it is clear he grabs it and races away. This gets repeated several time a week - therefore Llama ball is not my favorite thing. It currently sits on the back of the counter in the kitchen where I will be "asked" to give it to him while I try to make my breakfast. Rylee has his own way of making me play with him and this ball. Happy Friday.

Iguana ty