Update: "Bear and Ball Episode 1: The 'Do" is now online! Check it out in the videos section and subscribes to the YouTube channel!
...No, I'm not talking about organs.
I'm talking about a Bear. Or a Ball. Because, really, what happens at the end of a long, difficult day at work? Nothing. You come home, flop down on the couch, and either blandly talk to some inanimate object, or you become some bland, inanimate object. What do I do? I sit in a small, non-air-conditioned room and hit the XBOX hard, yelling at it when my Killstreaks don't go off correctly.
So, basically, I become both.
But what's wrong with doing nothing? Look at dogs. All day long they sit around doing nothing and just bug you to be pet and let out to do the occasional poop. Some roll over and lie in the middle of your foyer in the attempt to purposely be stepped on, just for a little attention. My dog makes odd grunting noises and stares at us with his bottom teeth out like he's going to bite us, yet wags his tail as he does so. Dogs are masters of doing absolutely nothing and, in turn, have the ability to actively communicate with that which is, essentially, nothing. However, "nothing" is in the eye of its beholder - which is hard to fathom when you're beholding nothing - and what is practically non-existant to the human eye can be the world to something like a lazy, lonely canine. Thus, we have Ball.
Have you ever thrown a ball to a dog? I'm sure you have. It's quite different than when you throw a ball to a human. If you throw a ball to, say, your significant other, he or she will either question your odd behavior or simply throw it back to you. When you throw a ball to a dog, it will go BALLISTIC. There is no other world to that dog at that particular moment in time. It is simply the dog and the ball. It will retrieve the ball, unless you haven't actually thrown it yet (In which case - hilarious! Do it again.), and then bring it right back to you. You will pet its head, and it will enjoy the affection. Rinse and repeat until you throw it one last time and the dog just stares at you. You suddenly find your dog giving you a look that clearly states, "No, sir, this is the ninth time and I outright refuse. Go finish that Jenkinson Report." Frankly, it's right. You've had like, what, three months to finish that report? Come on.
Wait ten minutes, then throw the ball again. Your dog will never remember it just did this.
...Am I going off topic? I am. Simply put, I love my dog, no matter what stupid things it does. I'm sure you love your dog as well. If you don't, I'm sure I would love your dog. But when my dog or your dog or anyone's dog sets its eyes on a ball - a ball so worthless you spent $0.50 on it at a Dollar Store - there's no turning back. It's a ball, ladies and gentlemen. It's name is Ball. The dog's name is Bear.
This is their lives.
Welcome to Bear & Ball!