Last weekend, while I was raking leaves and leaping into them, the dogs were at loose ends. Everyone was in the yard, but nobody wanted to play! What kind of world were we living in, anyway? Who do I talk to about this? IF I HAD TWO THUMBS AND THE RIGHT TO VOTE I WOULD WRITE MY SENATOR ABOUT THIS.
And then they found the Holy Grail of Sticks.
Finally, at long last, a victor emerged: