“Fetch?” Vi woofs through a mouthful of tennis ball, tail wagging like a pendulum as she eagerly awaits the moment you pick up the slobbery toy. Shes such a good girl, waiting patiently for you to pick up on what she wants to do.

She beams on you set your phone down, reaching for the ball she had so graciously dropped beside your feet. Struggling to not bounce on her paws, she stands up straight. Looking ready to bolt should you throw it long distance.

“Please, please, please, please; throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it—!!”