My dad uses his cane to whack tennis balls for Otis to chase.
He is a silly chewer of things.
Otis is a skeptic. When we give him a really high quality treat he thinks it is some sort of mistake. If we try to go near him he will run away trying to protect his prize. We’re like, “No, this isn’t the same as Kleenex. You can have this.” But he still thinks there is trickery afoot.