Every morning I go through this routine with Sadie: She wants to play, and it's 6 AM. She knows I'm eventually going to take her out to play Frisbee (that takes the edge off her energy, so I can handle her for our walk later). But since the Frisbees are out of her reach, as a gentle hint that she needs to fetch something, she'll find a piece of a Chew-eze and lay it on my lap. I'm supposed to stop what I'm doing and throw it. Sometimes, though, I don't want to. So she tries to make me feel guilty. Who can resist that face?
Yes, I did go play Frisbee with her for about 10 minutes.