If he wants to go for a walk so badly, then why does he keep grabbing at my socks when I try to put them on so I can take him walking? I'm trying to explain to Murphy that him repeatedly pulling the sock away from me and dropping it on the floor just beyond arm's reach isn't going to get him outside any faster. But everything in the world is a toy or a game to a young Shepherd.
"A snow shovel! What fun! You push it, and I'll grab it and yank it away!"
"Firewood! What fun! You stack it by the stove and I'll paw the pile apart!"
"Newspaper! What fun! I can't read, but shredding it is a blast!"
"Your desk! What fun! Watch me get all the way under it when you're trying to use your computer. Whoops! I unplugged it again! Fun!"
If he wasn't so cute, he'd be dead.