For one thing, the golden retriever type isn’t for me. Friendliness oozes out of Kayde’s pores as I scuff my feet in the dirt of the well-worn trail that circles around Otter Hall to take us wherever we need to go. Today, that means everywhere. According to Kayde, he’d been brought directly to Otter Hall by Liza and left there until we’d come along to show him around.
