I went downstairs and my dad was looking under the couch. He said Milo was pulling him to the couch and then staring under it (his "get that ball for me now please?" thing). Dad pulled out a wiffleball and then struggled to get up (his back's bothering him) and gave it to Milo. He said "Don't put it under the goddamn couch again cause I'm not getting it for you" Milo put the ball on the floor and stared up and him head cocked, listening. As soon as dad finished rambling about not putting the ball under the couch, Milo takes his paw and swats it right back under.