We get a lot of skateboarders on the sidewalks around the apartment complex, and Brutus is always interested as they noisily roll on by. Last night, one of them stopped to pet and love on him, and when he rolled away again, Brutus gave chase. Not a halfhearted trot, either. This was full on gallumphing. I kept up for a little bit, laughing the whole time, but was still thankful when he pulled up short at the dreaded crossing, completely conflicted. In the end, fear won, and he turned around and trotted back home.
