Angus is nuts about balls and balloons. Obsessed. Chews and slobbers and rolls them around until he's filthy and about to heatstroke. When the ball is taken away he will cry about it and look for it the rest of the day.
He was delighted to find a stray soccer ball in the back yard this morning. I don't know if the neighbor gave it to him or if a kid tossed it over on accident, so I threw it back over the fence before Angus destroyed it. Then Angus spent the whole morning by the fence, moaning and obsessing. Every time I went outside he stared at me with anticipation, then disappointment.
His day is ruined.