Sparkle Motion

I recently found these bouncy balls filled with mesmerizing sparkles, and even though they cost $5 each (Hey … can’t you get them for .25 in a gumball machine?) I bought 3 of ‘em. Pink, blue and iridescent. Now, they’re not dog toys, but I couldn’t resist showing the pink one to the guys. Would the ball’s trippiness translate? Or would Zeke immediately begin his, “It’s a ball! Throwitthrowitthrowinow!” madness? “Is it magic?” Surprisingly, they did have a few meditative moments with Sparkle Ball. It took Zeke slightly longer than normal to figure out that the thing on the floor before him was, in fact, a ball, and that it fit quite nicely in his catfish mouth. As it was to be a gift, Extreme Sparkle Ball Play was aborted immediately. Here’s the pink one at rest (my camera had a tough time focusing on it): And this is what it looks like once you shake it up and unleash the magic-ness: Maybe it’s just my inner raccoon, but I couldn’t put these damn balls down. The glistening glittery undulations turned me into a zombie.