I waited expectantly for George to come thundering past me.
I looked around and he was sitting staring down at me. Giving him the benefit of the doubt in case he may not have seen me throwing it, I said politely, 'Go and fetch the stick.'
He looked back at me.
'Go and fetch the stick!' (A little less politely.)
He continued to stare at me disdainfully.
'You're a dog! More than that you're a retriever! Go and fetch the stupid stick!' (Definitely not politely.)
George shrugged, turned and went on his own way.
I despair of my dog sometimes.
Further on we met Leonberger (his breed not his name). He is still a puppy and already at least twice George's bulk and what does George do every time they meet?
Tries to hump him.
Leonberger sits through it calmly, glancing back occasionally, wondering what this midget is doing dangling from his back.
I really despair of my dog sometimes.
P.S. Spellchecker picked up Leonberger as a misspelled word; it suggested what I meant to say was Aberconwy. It's obviously one of those days.