We play chase!
We play tug!
We play Bite Me!
We play Ouch, My Kilts!
Mom doesn't let me play with little Kite as much as I want.
Mom doesn't let Kite play with me as much as he wants, either.
Sometimes Mom takes him into the bathroom and clicks her clicker. I can smell the cookies. Kite can eat the cookies.
And when Mom returns him to me, he is brain dead.
What's a collie to do?