“He’s a tracker, ma’am. He can track anything you give him the scent of. A missing person, a deer, and so on.” I hadn’t had any idea dogs could do that. “Thank you for letting me meet him,” I said, not having much idea how to end this encounter. “You’re real welcome. Clete likes to make new friends.” I looked at the baggy jowls and the drool and I figured it might be a little hard for Clete to do that. Smart he might be, but he was not lovely or appealing, at least to this Texoman. The dog and the man resumed their walk, and I congratulated myself on avoiding the drool.
