[For Gus]

Sometimes, Robin could take all five dogs at once with her womanly powers of prowess and her sharp dog-heeling skills. Sometimes, she could barely take them two at a time and then she had days when they wanted to chew everything, bark until their throats were raw, and dig up everything and she could deal with them one at a time. Today was like that. She'd hooked up Colt to a leash and locked the others in their room, heading out for a brief jog.

"I swear to god, if this doesn't tire you out, we're talking about puppy adoption," she warned Colt as they started the light jog down the paths, having to yank on the leash more than a couple of times as they went and some four-legged thing had too much damn energy for his own good.