What am I going to do?

I treat him with disdain and remain aloof.

People say things like, “There but for the grace of God …” when they mean, “Thank goodness it wasn’t me.”  

I was hoping he (Toby) would run over a nail or sharp bit of brick or some other builder’s debris 

No major incidents, no major trauma..

The hamsters run to the river which almost surrounds the city and they plunge into the river in their thousands

One law for human beans, one law for dogs.

Fun is over-rated.

All I could do was look pleadingly at him - so he would end my predicament and my embarrassment.

I hope they not enjoying themselves - or they might want to do it again.

They don’t deserve to die (at least not yet)

As they say of teenage beans, it might just be a phase I’m going through,