If a dog sneaks into the park when no one is there to be scared of him, and his assistant picks up his poop and distracts him from the scent

“But we run faster than this when you’re not here. I think you’re actually slowing us down by pulling her.”

Since we’re all tied together, it comes down to a vote about whether we chase critters or no. That's called democracy.

I paused between thundering barks to listen for screams of terror and maybe the ratta-tat of his paws as he sprinted away.