It is hard to believe that a tiny little plastic ball can strike terror into the hearts of even the strongest person.
But when it is dropped at your feet every time you stop, it gets to the point where you wish you had never given it to her and makes you wonder why as a child you always wanted a dog that happily played fetch.
And what happens if you don't bend down and pick it up?
She climbs up your leg with it in her mouth, either to get her point across or just to save you bending over to pick it up?
If it finally does end up in your hand she sits and waits for you to throw it, never taking her eyes of the ball. She cries if you take to long to do it too, which is really pathetic.
And if it is at your feet, she half lies on the floor waiting for it to be kicked.
Then she brings it back - over and over and over again with momentary distractions pulling her up for just a minute.
The moral of this story? Just be content with having a dog that doesn't know how to fetch because once they learn how they will never stop. (Unless you put the ball up high where they can't reach and then they just look up at it and cry.)