Bob's stick

Today Bob found a stick which was the right sort of size. He has me in stitches when he has such a large stick as he is in constant battle with it. There is growling and yapping and rolling over on his back to pick it up from underneath. His main trick is to push the stick rather like a broom, creating long tails of disturbed earth behind him.

For those of you who might be worried that he might damage his mouth by crashing into something, thank you, but he takes hold of the stick somewhat from the end.