Our dog loves me. I know that because when the sodding thing eventually settles down, it's always around my feet. I have to be careful when I move my desk chair that I don't trap one of the little bleeder's leg under its wheels. I can't say exactly why he prefers to be with me, rather than be at my sweetheart's side listening to the screaming that goes on whilst my sweetheart watches Strictly, but I suspect it has something to do with being a terrier and their raison d'etre; to catch things that might otherwise run away. Our dog doesn't miss a trick. He's faster than a bagful of fast things. It's impossible for him to take his eye off a ball whichever way it bounces and when he's got hold of it he shakes it like a terrierist dog would shake a rat. I can tell you this for nothing, you wouldn't find rats wanting to set up home near us. But in their absence, the dog has to rely on retrieving whichever of his toys he imagines I will have some interest in engaging in him with. So every time I settle down at my desk to engage with you, or the Internet wireless, the dog brings me a toy to throw for him in order to demonstrate how brilliant he will be at catching it, them how difficult he can try to make it for me to recover from him when he brings it back. I tolerate this behaviour for maybe half a dozen times before saying "That's enough!". We have a settee in the study that he's now taken to jumping on, dropping the toys down the back and making out he can't retrieve them, at which point he whine and generally make a fuss about, until I get up, drag the settee away so I can reach the toy with a walking stick. He repeats this game until I give in and play the original throwing game with him. Short of strangling him, how do I change this behaviour?