Strange things are afoot in Yorktown.
It was a warms summer's eve when I took Boris out the door to say goodbye to Natasha after her visit to L'ville. The street was dark and quiety, with naught visible except a pool of dark blue light from the street lamp. For just a moment, I turned my back to the street to load some boxes into Natasha's car. When I turned around, I counted 1..2..3..4..5 Boxers! It was as though Boris spontaneously burst into a pack of dogs!
I couldn't shake the disconcerting effect this had on me, but did manage to grab two of the younger dogs and get them into the house where I could inspect the one collar between them. We had no luck chasing down the rest of the pack, but did reach a grateful owner who showed up later to pick up her two escapees.
Lesson learned: Boris is more handsome than most of his kind.