**UPDATE** Colt and his Orange Rubbery-Hair-Ball-Thing

Ok, So as I'm pondering on this story, I'm thinking... "Wow, maybe this isn't the best story to introduce Colt to the world with." But he's really a great dog, and (you'll see) he has a great personality! He is actually my inspiration for the blog! :) Say hello to Colt. He has a camo collar.

OK, on to the story.

Jay has away for less than 6 hours now, and I'm watching a totally educational program. Maybe some of yall have heard of it. Jersey Shores?? I've never seen an episode before this day. Annie is laying by our couch relaxing, while Colt is playing with this toy. Which is a toy that I got in a Dairy Queen kids meal, that can only be described as a rubbery ball, covered in orange rubbery finger things. Which use to look something like this...

(If you've never seen one of these, you've never known a kid under the age of 7.)
About a month after he had it, it deflated. And now looks something like this....

After the deflation of this toy, it has in some way become more attractive for Colt to play with. He throws it for himself... into the air, into the wall, into the beta tank (yes that happened), and has actually managed to hit me with it a time or two. It was like crack to him.

If you grab it and act like you will throw it for him, I'm pretty sure he'd do a triple-sow-cow, ending with some extravagant ballerina move for you. Anyway, he was entertaining himself until he got bored with that and decided that I needed to throw the (at this point) slimy thing for him. So he brings it over to me and puts it on the couch. I am trying to watch Sookie's hair change in every scene and so I just start throwing it down our hallway.

A commercial comes on and I realize that he is very worked up and panting very hard, but is still wanting me to throw it for him. So I throw it one last time and as he gets back to the couch with it, he starts chewing on it (because it's rubbery and it feels funny in his mouth probably) and swallows the thing. "OHMYGAH!!! DID YOU JUST SWALLOW THAT THING?!?! WHAT THE HECK BUBBA!??!" He is looking at me like I'm some kind of crazy person, like nothing ever went wrong (still panting). So I start looking for it, thinking that maybe he dropped it under the couch or something and then he thinks it's a game. When I cannot find the thing, I REALLY start to panic! "OMG!! WHAT IF HE CAN'T DIGEST THAT!?! WHAT IF HE TRIES TO THROW IT UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND CHOKES ON IT?! AND I'M ASLEEP?!?!! OMG! WHAT DO I DO!? DO I MAKE HIM TRY TO GAG IT BACK UP??!!?! OMG I'M GOING TO BE A TERRIBLE MOTHER ONE DAY!!!!!??!!!"

So I call Jay and explain the situation, and he informs me that it's not a big deal, that it SHOULD pass ok, but to keep an eye on him. Exhausted from the emotion apocalypse that just occurred. I realize that Colt is just fine and looking for a cool spot to lay. (He does that when he gets worked up and gets too hot.) I let him sleep with me in the bed, still worried that I might wake up in the middle of the night to find him not breathing. The next day came and he was still perfectly fine, and the day after that and so on.

He still acts as if nothing ever happened, and I still haven't found any orange finger-y poop.

**UPDATE**
This morning, while enjoying my bowl of cereal, Colt was entertaining himself by rolling around on the floor and messing with Annie. I walked out of the room to wash my bowl  and spoon and when i came back he had his head in his kennel and then a few minutes later, this is what I see...

I was beginning to think that that thing had dissolved from his stomach acid! The only other OBVIOUSLY logical explanation would be that Aliens came down and abducted JUST the orange thing. (I've heard they don't like dogs.)