Can anyone explain to me why, when out for a nice walk on a nice day, I am allowed to drink from the river as much as I like but as soon as I start trying to reach for a tasty blade of grass I get growled at and called a 'bad boy'. Humans confuse me more and more each day, especially my one!

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