Puppy (whose real name is Angel but only gets called puppy) lives to chase sticks in the back yard. It has gotten to the point that she refuses to go down the deck stairs to use the restroom unless I throw a stick for her. Scott collected a bucket of sticks and sat it right outside the door. Now we are in business. She really is the funniest thing. She will be inside but the minute she hears any of the outside equipment start running, she knows that Scott is out there and will throw her sticks. This was a daily occurrence as long as it wasn't raining, but now that Scott is not here during the week days she seems a little lost. I find her hanging out at the door looking for him. Today was beautiful so many a stick was thrown and chased down.