How can I forget about K. C. She has several very unique names: trash hound (she loves to carry around plastic bottles in her mouth). We also call her sap hound (because she follows me in the woods when I collect sap) and we also call her ball hound. She loves tennis balls; loves golf balls; actually she likes anything she can put in her mouth. She has a stash under the couch. She plays around with them and then they roll under the couch and then she wines and when she has no more, we lift the couch up and then it’s like a gold mine, she’s in heaven; she has so many balls to play with, she can’t decide which ones to choose. Yes I know, hard to believe there is nothing in her mouth.