This is the stance that I see every time Addy wants to play frisbee. I can't tell you the number of frisbees that we've gone through over the past 7 years. They've been covered in mud, sopping wet, chewed through, you-name-it, but she doesn't like to be outside without it.
Given the choice between a treat or her frisbee, she'd pick the frisbee every time.
Jett, on the other hand would chose the treat, then he'd chase Addy chasing the frisbee.