Here's a recent example:
First, let's introduce the characters in the sitcom:
(yes, the idiot is the human in the picture - me)
It was a lovely, sunny Sunday morning in Iowa. The Child was watching yet another episode of The Magic Schoolbus, so I snuck outside to the deck in my pajamas with a latte and the Sunday paper. Ah, a relaxing weekend morning.
I was happily reading the paper, and the dogs were wandering around the yard or laying in the sun. Life is good.
Then Rip started to root around in the bark near the deck. Maggie and Ziggy joined in. I peered over the edge of the deck and saw a little shrew run into the hosta. Rip ran after it. There was a couple of squeaks (from the shrew) and Rip trotted out proudly carrying a small, dead, grey shrew.
I set my coffee down and walked down the steps, telling Rip to "leave it." This works wonders with Maggie and Ziggy - I say "leave it" and whatever was in their mouth gets rapidly expelled. Unfortunately I haven't taught Rip this command yet, so he merely looked at me, stuck his tail in the air, and proudly trotted off with the shrew.
Would Rip eat the shrew? I didn't know, so I decided to go get it from him. I got close, and he smugly and cheekily trotted just out of reach. I was worried that he would eat the shrew, and not fully caffeinated (my excuse for what happened next), so I didn't want to leave him alone to go inside and get dog treats to use as an "exchange" for the shrew.
I know that chasing dogs doesn't work. Chasing after a dog means they'll merrily run away, and enjoy the "mom's chasing me" game. I tried running away from Rip to see if he'd drop the shrew and follow. He followed, but didn't drop his prize, and stayed just out of reach.
Then I thought to myself, "he's just a puppy, how fast can he be? I'll just catch him." So when he got close, I tried to grab him. He ran. So I ran after him. He may be quicker on the turn, but surely I'm faster than a puppy when running in a straight line? Wrong.
I soon found myself running around my back yard - barefoot and in my PJ's - trying to catch a puppy with a shrew. Of course I had no success, then I pictured how I must look to my neighbors (and that picture was not a pretty one).
Finally I regained my sanity (maybe the caffeine kicked in?), stopped chasing the puppy, and ran into the house to get some marrow bones I was thawing. I gave bones to M & Z, making a big deal of it. Of course the puppy ran up to me, smelled the bone, and dropped the shrew at my feet.
Wasn't that easy?