When out on a walk, Gatsby likes to pick up things and carry them around with him. Leaves, woodchips, once a McDonald’s bag. Usually he gets tired of whatever it is and drops it. However, he found what must’ve been the perfect stick, because he carried it for the whole walk. It seemed too mean to take it away from him when he had done so much work, so I let him bring it back inside. He was occupied for the rest of the evening!