See, I'm sitting nicely... so come out and throw the ball already

After our morning walk, Pappy has always raced to the back door to go outside and poke around in the back yard. More recently he has taken to sitting squarely on the patio and staring at me eating breakfast, boring a hole in the back of my head with his eyes. I think he just wants me to come out and play fetch, but it's more than a little disconcerting. I've always seen a bit of serial killer in him.