Against all odds

There is a dog, a big floppy-eared bloodhound German Sheppard mutt, that lives in a house on a road well traveled by the Smiths. The first time I noticed him, he was laying on the front porch. He was new to the neighborhood, and it was nice seeing activity in the lonely house.

Until I realized he is an odds breaker; he races cars. Not the tire-biting-fear-you’ll-run-him-over type, he just likes the chase. I’m pretty sure he knows he won’t win. And sometimes he lets us go by without even lifting his head. Even those times, it seems he’s thinking, “I could catch that.”

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