Wouldn't play ball!

We went to the woods yesterday for a bimble.  Stella still doesn't understand that if you put a ball down on a 45 degree incline, it will roll away. Yes, even squished balls roll. She hadn't noticed me continue on the path while she went to fetch it. Or speak to the lady in the similar coat who was walking in the opposite direction (ie heading towards where I'd come from).  She was mightily surprised to find a loopy German Shepherd trying to go home with her, but not as surprised as said loopy German Shepherd when she realised mum wasn't actually mum!

Stella met a rescue GSD boy approximately 1 year old.....and nearly took his face off!! He was a bit cheeky, kept running and pawing her and jumping up at her. The owner was ok, said it would teach him to behave and she was just putting him in his place. I wasn't happy at them having a go at each other though! And then, just when I'd started breathing again....he sniffed..THE BALL!!! All hell let loose.... I don't speak dog but I suspect there were more than a few expletives in there!!

 They went off homewardbound and we went down a path we hadn't been on before.  There we found a lovely babbling brook which followed the incline of the hill to the side of the path. 

Me: Go on Stella, go play.

Stella: No. 

Me: Go on, go play.

Stella at this point threw her ball into the brook and stood watching it. 

Me: Fetch the ball Stella!

Stella: YOU want to go in the water - YOU fetch it!

 I think we've hit the toddler stage....