they don't make tennis balls like they used to

Last night I was lying in the living room calmly tearing and eating the green fuzz off my tennis ball (which Mom had found for me under the couch) when I decided to chew a hole in it. It took me a while but I finally got through. Then Dad took it away from me. All that work for nothing. This morning Mom brushed me (which I HATE) and took almost all my hair off! She had to stop when the brush was full.