Dug started pacing with the tennis ball tucked between his teeth, his tail nearly able to scatter the leaves on the porch with the force of its movement. He keeps stopping to sniff and listen, resuming the thump-thump of his paws on the wood, his nails making little clacking noises as he resumed pacing when he heard nothing.

He was on his fourth pause when he was rewarded. "Oh boy!" he said with pricked ears upon hearing her footsteps approaching, sitting down again to look patient (he's not) and obedient (he's mostly) to be a good boy. He always wants to be a good boy.