You're caught in two minds -- half of you just wants to get on with it, the other half feels guilty for corrupting his delicate little doggy brain. Then there's the fear that he's going to give you away when your girlfriend gets home.
"What's that Digger? … He was doing what…"
I mean, you can try to get him to look the other way if you want, but there's just something about that action that seems to fascinate him.
He's watching you and thinking, "Oh my god… He's gonna throw something! He is! … That's odd. Why can't he let go of it? … No! Wait! Here it comes! Here it comes! … OK, I'm not fetching that."
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