As a young boy, I wasn’t that interested in schoolwork. I was far more interested in climbing trees and daydreaming. So the day the stray dog showed up on Academy grounds, like so many kids, I couldn’t get over his mangy dog-ness and get on with my studies.
The first day was a write off. I chased that dog any chance I had, revelling in fantasies of bringing him home and turning him into my best friend in the world.
I quickly learned my short legs would never allow me to outrun the dog. I’d have to outsmart him.