CT: The Football rolled out into the road, and the ONE frickin' car that passed by on the street in an hour managed to smash him, flat.
Dear was going outside to do something, the Little Dog was afraid he was Going Somewhere, without HER, so she zipped out, with The Football in hot pursuit. For the first, and as it turned out, LAST, time in his life, he decided to see what this pavement ribbon was all about.
Poor little Football. RIP.