He won't let me have the stick, he won't let Holly have it but he doesn't really want it himself. So he carries it for a while and then tries to lose it. But if I attempt to pick it up he's onto it like a flash.
In other words all the praise that I heap on him for walking properly on the lead now goes to Holly. 'Why can't you be more like Holly, George?'
And he really let himself down when we were walking back through the adventure playground and he began humping another dog.
The funniest moment though was when he slipped off the riverbank. He climbed out of the water and shook himself giving me a 'I meant to do that' look before strutting off. Course you did, George.