Not fair

This morning all of us dogs were by the river, and the owners were wanting us to swim off some of the mud before going home. Some threw in sticks, but one guy threw in a ball. His dog would not go in, so I retrieved it, assuming that this was an abandoned ball. Now, I have a habit of holding on to property I consider to be mine by right, and when mom told me to drop the ball, I refused. There we were, the guy waiting for that ball, his little yapper of a dog barking away, mom trying to pry the ball out of my mouth, and me holding on to it, growling angrily. Then Rory's mom brought out a biscuit. That made me lose my concertration a bit, so they got the ball. Not fair at all.