Yesterday, my dog would not stop sitting by the bookshelf and looking up.

I know there’s a ball up there

Let me jump and check the shelf.

Maybe behind the books?

As they fall to the ground, mom comes over to help me look, but proceeds to say there’s nothing here.

She says yesterday some toys were up there for a game my dad and I were playing, but they are all back in the basket now.

She proceeds to walk me to my ball basket, but I know one is missing!

Must knock down more books and maybe this wood picture to see behind it.

She mentions something about a ghost which I don’t understand.

My nose does not lie and there is one of my toys on this shelf somewhere!

As she moves things on every shelf I could reach when on my hind legs, I stare up longingly.

She takes one more look at the tippity top since she notices the books are farther away from the wall.

Is something hidden back there?

MY FAVORITE BALL!

See? Was not a ghost! Whatever that is.