The squirrel temporarily forgotten, Dug turned back to Kyle. "I would be careful," he whined, which was true enough. He'd be careful as long as he remembered, which wasn't always. "We could run only away from the line and slow down when we got close?" he suggested, his tail wagging loosely.
But he was content enough to look for sticks, and soon distracted himself with that, putting his nose to the ground and searching the immediate area for anything that could be used to play fetch with. He found what appeared to be a good throwing stick, and tugged at it in his mouth, but it turned out to be the root of a plant and was stuck pretty far in. Dug was unable to get it out. It didn't stop him from trying very hard to get it out.
"This stick does not want to play," he informed Kyle, digging at the ground around it briefly before giving up and putting his nose to the ground again, searching for something else. "Do you enjoy chasing?" he asked Kyle curiously. "I enjoy chasing. It is my favourite thing! Aside from sleeping and eating and cuddling. Oh and sleeping! And eating! I love to do those things too. And chasing!"