Pick up your own damned glove. Didn't your mother teach you to pick up after yourself? Maybe you yourself would benefit more from this game of fetch. Yes, I have noticed those 10 extra pounds you are expecting me to haul around. Why don't you.... wait a minute... did you say cookie?
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Haha, HRH Avery wouldn't even do it for a cookie!
I did finally figure out "Well, OK, do it so there's something in it for HIM" and I tossed him a Coke bottle to pick up instead.
He grabbed it and exited stage left. :-P
I admit we stood still, gazing into the horizon and ignoring each other (and the glove) for a good five minutes before I decided he either didn't like this particular glove(remembered not to wear my newly laundered crochet backed ones today) or he just needed a more controlled environment. So, we moved to the cross tie area, and he was much more willing to humor me. When he gets fed up, he tosses it.
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