Alert, alert-I think Roxy sees something......
Her superior hound dog nose smells something....a buried tennis ball? coyote poop? a favorite fetching stick?
What...what? Is that it? A piece of.......
No, Roxy-Doxy. You don't need to lug the big ice chunk to me. No, no, it's cold. I don't want to throw it.
It's not a fetching stick.
It's ice! OK, if you insist, I'll throw it just once. Ice makes a lousy tennis ball or fetching stick. What? What's that you say? Yep.....carpe diem to you, too.