She sniffs his offering with polite curiosity before gently taking the treat from his hand. It is a good snack, a nice treat. She knows more things to do. Will he give more snacks for those? She climbs to her feet and does a spin to the left. This spin is fun, so she does it again. And then she notices--what is that? It's right there, evading her nose. She jumps forward a little, trying to catch it. It wags out of her way and she emits a soft frustrated bark.

I will get you. I will catch you.

She tries the other direction before spinning herself dizzy. She lands on his feet with a soft sigh of discontent. She had been so close. She remembers, just now, that there is food and she glances upward with wide eyes in the hopes of it.