Her liking for a stick comes in handy when I am trying to walk her back from the dogpark and she goes on a walk strike by flopping over on to her side. If I can spot a stick nearby while Dorothy is in recline, I can pick it up and carry it just above her jumping reach, and she'll follow me all the way home making repeated circus-dog attempts to hover by my shoulder and grab the stick.
Once we get a few blocks away, I'll usually let her carry it. Sometimes, she'll find a stick in Rittenhouse and carry it herself, all stick-proud. Of course, people laugh, especially if the stick is bigger than she is...but Dorothy knows they are just jealous.
Dorothy thinking, you know you want this stick.