Zoufonoun stood next to Zuckerberg as he tended the meat, smoke billowing out of the grill. Beast looked on intently, then started growling. Suddenly the dog ran 20 feet, his corded coat flopping in the wind, lunging to attack Zoufonoun’s leg. “Shit!” Zoufonoun exclaimed. “Did he break skin?” Zuckerberg wanted to know. “Because if he did, you know, we have to record it. And they might take him away.”
