Not that dexterous then?

Ha! Mum is always saying we have to do what the humans say because they are a superior species, on account of the bigger brain and opposable thumbs

We are walking tonight across the cemetary, which is streaming with bunnies. We are all three on the "Flexi-" extendable leads now and Dad, with big hands, is just about able to hold the three handles in one hand. We are making it tricky for him though, as we zigzag to and fro spotting rabbits, making like a maypole with the leads, with Dad as the pole. He suspects that our mission is to run enough rings round that we end up "bolas"-ing him round the legs like an Argentinian cowboy

Avoiding this on his part demands a certain dexterity, but then he gets a mobile phone call from the Hon Sec of the local "In-Bloom" committee, of which Dad is Treasurer, so he can't not answer it. Suddenly he is juggling three flexi leads and a mobile. Here I feint to the left (anti clockwise) and then whip to my right, executing an escape manouvre which will here-after be known as the Deefum-Shufti, almost giving him whiplash in the little finger in the process. Not so dexterous now, Dad!

I am free - and I treat the assembled gaping spectators with 10 minutes of charging round the bushes and trees, now you see me now you don't, zig zagging hither and yon in pursuit of bunnies (which are also zipping about from cover to cover) trailing 6 feet of blue tape lead and the big blue flexi reel handle retractory thingy. Dad is having caniptions at the thought of the lead becoming entangled in a bush but keeps his cool, chatting to the Hon Sec till the phone call ends, then rather coolly (I thought) stamping on the handle as I whizz by (foolishly coming back into range at that point). I am nearly garrotted due to going at warp 4 and stopping dead.

Fun while it lasted though!
Deef (cough cough) -er