This is Bonnie with a stranglehold on her favorite tug toy, Bunny. As semi-charming as this is, today she outdid herself at the park when she snatched a man's picnic bag and spread bread and drinks everywhere. I was down there walking her -- trying to figure out the plot to the second book which I thought I already had but discovered I didn't -- when she came across this poor guy minding his own business. A second later, she'd stolen his sack and taken off for the hills, ignoring me as I chased her alternately threatening her and cajoling, promising her treats and bludgeoning in equal measure. When she finally tired of the chase, she smiled at me -- okay, more like grinned -- and then ran off after a stick and I reclaimed what was left of the man's belongings.
On a good note, I did figure out what I need to do in book two, so maybe all that running and swearing was good for my brain cells? Who knows?