Okay, so his friend looks like the Hound of the Baskervilles but he’s really just a two-year-old German Shepherd named Trace who belongs to my friend Lynn.
The first time the two of them met, they ran around my backyard in circles and figure 8s for twenty minutes straight. Then Brodie collapsed in a panting heap. Trace has more stamina and kept pestering Brodie to start running again. Finally, Brodie crawled under my lawn chair for protection from his annoying new acquaintance. It was a banner day! Brodie was too tired to get into trouble!
Of course, I’ve invited Trace to come back twice a day for the next six months.