Stewey likes to play ball.
Stewey plays ball according to his own stupid made-up spoiled-rotten little dog rules that Mommie doesn't quite understand.
"Fetch, Stewey!" (and Mommie throws the ball).
"Bark bark bark bark bark" (along with stomping of little dog feet).
"No, Mommie is not going to come out there and get the ball. Bring it back to Mommie."
"Bark bark bark bark".
"Stewey! Bring that ball here so that I can throw it again!"
"Bark bark bark bark bark" (this time with more authority and the lifting of a leg).
"Damnit, Stewey! Don't pee on your ball! BRING IT TO MOMMIE RIGHT NOW!"
(Laughter is heard from the neighboring back yard).
"FINE! IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY I'M GOING INSIDE TO STITCH"
(And with that, Stewey decides to just do this):