Maggie used to have this game she played with us. I call it Futon Fetch.
Yup, it's pretty much just as you would think. We are sitting on the futon, watching TV or messing 'round on the interwebs, and Maggie gets an itch for a game of fetch.
She drops the ball on my lap, I toss it behind the couch, she fetches. Rinse. Repeat.
Today, she played that game for the first time in a real, long time. The first time in fact, since we've gotten Hurley. He's upstairs. I'm sure he's getting in the trash or something.
But Maggie and I are playing our game. I hadn't realized how much I missed Futon Fetch until she started up again.