lizzie is no longer welcome in my home

This afternoon I was showing off my garden to my friend Roger when Lizzie the wonder dog casually trots up to a tomato bush and picked a tomato and played with it like it was a ball. I shooed her out of the garden with some very harsh talk, marched into the house and informed Dorothy that Lizzie was going to join the cats on Proctor hill. She ignored me. I tried to give her to our company, Roger and Judy, but they politely refused even though I bragged about Lizzie's mole catching abilities. Ok, I'll give her one more chance, but if she picks one more tomato she'll get her walking papers.