Some dogs like to chase tennis balls, some sticks. Mine likes to chase a little red dot. At the dog park, I can park my butt on a bench and wave my laser pointer around for hours. She loves it.
“Stop that, unless you want pain,” ordered a voice from behind.
“My Bruce is an attack dog, trained to attack. You wave that red dot around, he sees a gun with laser sighting. He will attack.”
Bruce’s owner liked the word attack.
“Which one’s Bruce?”
He shook his head deliberately. “He’s hidden, and you’ll never see him coming.”