TBB
Now if we could only teach Wezzer to do that...
Teach me to fetch? Hah hah, read on...
I have 11 brothers and sisters and when we were kids we'd play "cootie ball." We'd take a ball, pretend it was covered with cooties and hit a sibling with it, thus infecting them with cooties. They in turn would have to chase down another sibling and hit them with the ball to get rid of the cooties.
About 1966 or so a few of us, then grown, got together for a reunion and somebody hit somebody with a small, hollow "cootie ball." After we tired of that, we all headed home and whoever had it put it in the hubcap of another sibling and called them when they got home. So, that sibling had no choice but send it to another sibling to get rid of the cooties. Thus began a family tradition that continued for about 30 years before the cootie ball was finally lost in the mail. In that time, that single cootie ball got sent around the world - to me in Vietnam, to a brother on board ship in the Med, to a sister in Guam, etc. It got packaged inside casette tapes, inside a hallowed out book, inside a cereal box, stashed in a turn signal light that was removed and replaced not two feet away from the brother who actually slept in the back of his station wagon to make sure no one would hide it in his car; even hidden inside a can of a favorite baked bean sold only in Northern NY, where a brother carefully removed the label, cut the can in half, put the cootie ball in the can, weighted it so you couldn't tell the difference, and glued the label back on. At least every Christmas it found its way to another sibling inside a Christmas gift.
But I claim title to the best exchange of the cootie ball. On Dec. 23 one year, I drove 10 hours in NNY in the snow and cold to my brother's house, arriving at midnight. I put the cootie ball on his car antenna, turned around, and drove 10 hours home.
So I know how to fetch.