My Border Collie, Jet, was famous for this. He would have turned up his pointy nose at those “twigs”. His sticks were just as long (or longer) and at least twice as thick. He would often have to find the middle so as to ge able to carry them, or one end or the other would drag on the ground. Then he specialized in racing up behind you carrying said stick (“log”) and taking you out at the knees.
