As I pulled into the driveway, Andre was coming out of the house with the dog. They paused to greet me (aka Max dragged Andre to the car door), and Andre said, “I thought I’d go ahead and take him for his walk since you were running a little late.”

I gave Andre a funny look. “Mr. 16 didn’t walk him? He said he would.”

Andre, in turn, gave Max a funny look. “Max? Did you already have a walk?”

Max looked off into the distance, the picture of doggy innocence. If dogs could whistle, he would have whistled an innocent little tune. “Who me?”

And Andre decided that since Max was already on the leash, he might was well take him for a second walk.