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May 14, 2008
A happy dog with a red frisbee ran out in front of me, and seconds later another one bounded after him. A man's booming voice called after them.

“Ajax, COME!
Brutus, COME!”

The dogs continued their frolicking.

From the way he said 'come,' it was obvious that he had tried training them to respond to this word.

I knew his type. Without even looking, I knew he had a goatee and a buzz cut. He expected his dogs and his children (please, I hope he doesn't have children) to obey him with military precision, and he would not tolerate insubordination.