Fetch, Good Boy

I spent twenty minutes this morning playing fetch with my son. Tiernan pretended to be a dog, a dog named Wondermut, (a name he chose). I would throw a ball and he'd go fetch it. He bring it back in his mouth and spit it at me. I would throw it again. He'd get it and bring it back. Then he started to pant like a dog, and dig in the ground like a dog.
All of this would have been fine, were it not for my real dog, Maggie, laying on the couch next to me and looking at me like, "Dude, I am the dog. It's little degrading to your son to make him fetch. But, you're the boss. I'll just lay here and laugh to myself." By the way, when she laughs to herself, she laughs like Muttly from Penelope Pitstop. "Stupid human. Hsssst Hsssst Hsssst Hsssta!"