Bullseye! Toby and I are playing a little evening fetch, with me being a lazy bum and tossing the ball while sitting on the sofa. Well, serves me right: I tossed the tennis ball down the hall toward the kitchen and it landed in Toby's water bowl. He, like a good retriever, fished it right out, brought it back and plunked it, sopping wet, into my lap. I now look and feel like I've just peed my pants. Thanks, buddy.