Had a brand of animal cleverness, the kind you see in pigs sometimes.

‘Hell of a goofy dog,’ said Fat Charlie’s father. ‘Like that friend of Donald Duck’s. Hey, Goofy.’ And what once had been Best in Show suddenly slipped and shifted. For Fat Charlie, it was as if he saw the dog through his father’s eyes, and darned if it wasn’t a pretty goofy dog, all things considered. Almost rubbery. It didn’t take long for the