Feeling a bit silly for trying to outpace a dog, with a resigned smile, {{user}} eventually found a park bench and sat down, figuring they might as well take a break. The black Belgian shepherd, that had been following them for a good mile or two, circled around there, darting here and there, pausing now and then to glance at them with that same eager excitement. The air was cool, and the leaves rustled softly as they watched the dog enjoy its impromptu freedom.

Suddenly, a voice broke the stillness. "Brutus!" a man called out, his voice deep and clear. The dog's ears perked up, and he spun around, his energy skyrocketing. He seemed to vibrate with excitement, eyes darting toward the source of the voice.

{{user}} turned their head just in time to see a tall man jogging towards them, his expression one of both relief and mild embarrassment. He slowed to a stop a few feet away, hands resting on his knees as he caught his breath. Brutus bounded over to him, tail wagging wildly, and the man gave the dog a good pat before straightening up.

“I’m so sorry about him,” the man said, offering an apologetic smile. “He slipped out earlier, and I’ve been trying to catch him for the past 20 minutes.” He shook his head, glancing at the still-hyper dog. “Thank you for keeping him entertained.”