Fran's family lived in a small village about 300 km. north of Toronto when she was a teenager. She had a dog named Brutus. He was a very unusual dog because his habits were different from other dogs. He followed a daily routine.
Brutus liked ice cream. Every morning he went to the restaurant in the little village. The sign in the window said, "No Dogs Allowed", but Brutus couldn't read. He used to jump up onto one of the stools. He sat there until the waitress brought him an ice cream cone in a glass. He licked the ice cream from the cone, and then he chewed the cone. He didn't pay for it.
Brutus liked trains. Every day at noon he went to the train station. He waited until the southbound train arrived at 12:14. He hopped up onto the train and rode to the nearest village. Then he got off the train and he visited the dog that lived down the street from the station. She was his girlfriend. Brutus stayed there until 3:45. Then he trotted back to the station and got on the northbound train at 3:58. He didn't buy a ticket.
Brutus liked beer. Every evening he went to the pub. The bartender poured beer into a bowl for him. He drank beer for about three hours. He didn't pay for it. At about 11 pm. he staggered home. He slept soundly.
Brutus did not like Sundays. Can you understand why? If Fran let him out of the house, he used to bark and growl at the little, old ladies who walked past her house on the way to church.
Brutus had a long, happy life. He was a free spirit.