He snorted again at her chastising for the smoking. He knew he didn't need it. Knew he could stop himself easily. That wasn't the point.
"LIKE! IT!" He said, in his barking way. He wished he didn't sound like he was yelling all the time, but supposed he had to deal with it if he wanted to talk at all. He certainly wasn't a cartoon animal.
"YES!" When she said his name. "YES! YES!"
He was wagging his tail again. Furiously. She didn't look too happy about the situation, but had finally gotten the idea.
Then he did run to get the stick, and brought it back. Glad he could be playing again. He realized that he was unable to completely ignore or forget about the thrown object, that it had been lurking in the back of his mind, waiting for his human thoughts to get out of the way.